She trusted her best friend to tell the mother of their grandchild this delicate bit of information, this involvement of the man who abandoned her child.
“I don’t know the details, but apparently, in exchange for whatever access you are willing to give him, updates or pictures, Finn’s father gave access to Finny’s trust fund.” Her voice has started to rise, and she catches herself and swallows, then takes a breath.
I’m still trying to understand why she said the words “trust fund” and “Finny” so close together, so we both clearly need a moment.
“Well, that’s done!” my mother exclaims from behind me.
I don’t turn to look at her. I can’t stop staring at the hurt on Aunt Angelina’s face.
“Is it, Mom?” I say.
We agreed to wait until we were at home to talk.
“Yes, I want to be able to see your face when we talk about this,” I told my mother when she suggested waiting until after the drive home. The drive was quiet and as frosty as the late autumn chill outside.
At home, seated around the kitchen table, finally looking at her face, I say, “We already know that you thought what you were doing was best for everyone.”
“And that’s not an excuse,” my mother agrees. “I should have told you.”
“So why didn’t you?” Angelina presses. “We agreed this was Autumn’s decision.”
“How does he even know that I’m pregnant?”
“That part’s my fault, kiddo,” Aunt Angelina admits. “He reached out to me right after you went to the hospital. He has this project about Finny he wanted help with, and it had all been such a whirlwind of emotions from losing Finny to thinking we might lose you to finding out about the pregnancy, and I don’t know. I told him.”
“And he made Mom an offer too good to refuse?” I ask them both. I feel like a piece of me has been sold.
“I meant to tell you,” Mom says. “But then I didn’t, and it seemed easier to wait until…”
“What? Until that man demanded access to my child that he’d already paid for?”
“Until you were able to think about it more rationally and less emotionally,” Mom explains, but I can hear she knows how pathetic it sounds.
“Look, I told you before, Claire,” Angelina says. “If Autumn wanted access to that money, she’d have a good legal case, and we could have sued John instead of letting him hold the strings.”
“Yes, I remember, Angelina,” Mom says. “But I th—”
“Okay, what money is this?” I say. “Let’s start there!”
“Every time John felt guilty for abandoning his son, he put some money in an account he’d secretly opened with Phineas’s name on it, or sometimes for an especially plagued conscience, he’d buy another government savings bond. It wasn’t until after Finny died that John realized how much his guilt had added up.”
“How much had it added up?”
“Enough that if you were to sue on behalf of Finny’s heir, after we’ve settled out of court and paid the lawyers, there’d still be enough to raise this baby to age eighteen and send both you and the baby to college.” Aunt Angelina continues, “It’s an open-and-shut case, Autumn. He has access to the account, but the name on it is Phineas Smith, the father of your baby.”
“And if we don’t sue and tell him never to contact me?”
“He keeps the money,” my mom says. “And we would have to use the money from your college fund to raise this baby.”
“I would sell the house,” Angelina adds. “I was thinking about it anyway since I’ve been staying here most nights.” She glances angrily at my mother, and I suppose that won’t be the case tonight. “We’d find a way to make it work.”
“But it would be so much harder for everyone, Autumn, including your child,” Mom says. “I don’t have to tell you that being a teen mother puts a lot of obstacles in your way. This money could alleviate, or even obliterate, those obstacles.”
“But you promised that we would let her choose,” Angelina says, shaking her head. This is a betrayal between the two of them that goes deeper than my part in it. The Mothers have always been a team, and this disconnect is unprecedented. If Finny were here, we’d be sharing meaningful glances across the table about this historic conflict.
“I’m sorry,” Mom says again. “I know that saying it doesn’t change anything. But I’ll keep saying it.”