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Liam pulled a thin manila envelope from inside his jacket and held it out toward me.

"Claire's lawyers were auditing the city's community development grant applications last week," Liam explained, watching my reaction carefully. "Her foundation funded this entire neighborhood restoration project three months ago."

My breath hitched in my throat as I looked at the weathered brick building behind me.

"I didn't know," I said honestly, shaking my head. "I swear to you, Liam, I had no idea her foundation was behind this. I’ll pack my tools and leave right now if it makes her uncomfortable."

"Stay where you are," Liam commanded gently.

"She saw the blueprints you submitted for the foundation reinforcement," Liam continued, tapping the envelope against his palm. "The structural calculations were brilliant, Daniel. More importantly, you didn't charge the community center a single dime."

"It's the least I could do," I murmured, staring at the scarred leather of my work boots. "I took too much for too long."

Liam opened the envelope and handed me a cashier's check for twenty-five thousand dollars, along with a signed release document.

"This is the final remainder of the Lakeview property liquidation after all your debts were cleared," Liam said. "Claire instructed her trust to remit every penny of the balance to you. She refuses to keep money that belongs to your family lineage."

I looked at the check, a sum that could have easily moved me out of that basement apartment and bought me a decent car.

I reached into my tool belt, pulled out a carpenter's pencil, and wrote across the back of the check: Pay to the order of the South Side Youth Shelter Foundation.

I handed the check back to Liam.

"I don't want her money, Liam," I said, meeting his gaze with a steady, quiet calm. "Tell her I'm finally paying my own way."