He looked at me like I was the reason his life felt small—as if I had stolen the success he believed he deserved.
Then, something unexpected happened.
My grandmother passed away. Among the grief and paperwork, I found an envelope. Inside was $2,600 and a handwritten note:
“For little Liam. Use it to give him something better.”
It wasn’t a fortune, but to me, it felt like salvation.
When I showed Derek, his reaction shocked me.
He grinned.
“Great! Now I can finally get a set of golf clubs.”
Golf clubs.
A luxury he’d been obsessing over for months, convinced it would make him look successful.
He cared more about appearing successful than actually being successful.
“That money is for Liam, Derek.”
