I recognized the name immediately.
**THE CELESTIAL VISION FOUNDATION.**
My mother's charity.
For years, Celia Wren had been praised for helping children with vision impairments.
She hosted fundraising dinners.
Appeared in magazines.
Spoke at medical conferences about hope and resilience.
I'd been proud of her.
I'd even recorded speeches for her fundraising events.
Now I was looking at evidence suggesting that money intended for my care had been moved into accounts connected to her foundation.
My hands began shaking.
"Did Mom steal my settlement?"
Evelyn answered carefully.
"We don't know how much was lawfully spent for your benefit or whether the transfers were authorized. We need complete account records."
I nodded.
But I couldn't stop thinking about the past.
When I was eighteen, I'd asked Mom whether there was money available to help me attend a specialized program for blind students.
She told me we couldn't afford it.
I worked part-time instead.
