She looked confused, but sat down again.
“What is it?”
“Just open it.”
Lydia slid her finger under the flap and pulled out the paper inside. Her eyes moved slowly across the page. Then they stopped at the first line.
She frowned.
“What… is this?”
“What is it?”
She read it again, more carefully.
Her head snapped up. “A training scholarship?”
I nodded.
“It covers tuition for the nursing assistant certification program at the local medical center.”
She opened her mouth but couldn’t find the words.
“It’s a paid training program,” I explained calmly. “Classes are held three days a week. Clinical training follows. Most graduates are offered full-time positions within six months.”
