Richard nodded, reaching into his pocket. He didn’t pull out the wallet, but rather a small, official-looking document. “I know money cannot buy what Leo did. But a mind like his shouldn’t be limited by circumstance. This is a fully funded endowment for the finest academy in New York, leading directly into a medical research scholarship, if he chooses it. And for you, Henry, a proper home closer to the school.”
Leo looked at his grandfather, then at the document. For the first time in his life, the weight of survival seemed to lift from his young shoulders. He looked back at the billionaire, realizing that sometimes, looking closely at the world allowed the world to finally see you back.
