Present
"Gone? I don't understand. How is a million dollars gone?" I stood, unable to contain my fury.
"You've lived on it for four years," Alton said. "Stanford isn't inexpensive. I guarantee it wasn't a million any longer."
"I review the online statements every month. It was not gone the last time I looked."
"It's been re-appropriated." His tone slowed. "Before you decide to make any more threats, I assure you, it's completely legal and within the guidelines of the clauses set forth by your grandparents."
"Darling," Mother interjected. "I didn't want you to be blindsided at the attorney's office like you were yesterday with Bryce. That was my fault. I should've talked to you about Bryce earlier in the day, but we were having such a nice time." She dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief.
I didn't give a rat's ass about Bryce. I did about my trust fund.
"Columbia?" I asked collapsing on one of the many sofas.