When Eleanor Lost Access to Her Own Money, Everything Changed

His eyes narrowed slightly.

His mouth parted.

He stared at me like he had opened an old door in his mind and found someone sitting there.

“Mrs. Whitaker?” he said.

I looked up.

“Yes?”

He came closer.

The years on his face rearranged themselves.

Not gone.

Just moved aside.

And suddenly I saw a boy.

Skinny.

Angry.

Fourteen.

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