The lottery official smiled at me. "Ms. Salazar, would you be interested in making a donation? We partner with several charitable organizations—"
I didn't hesitate. "Five million. I want to establish the Butterfly Children Relief Fund."
Children like my daughter deserved a fighting chance.
Elijah's face went dark. "Are you insane? That's five million dollars!"
I didn't spare him a glance. "Five million it is. It's my money. I'll spend it however I want."
His jaw clenched so hard I could hear his teeth grind. But with reporters hovering nearby for interviews, he couldn't make a scene.
After the cameras left, Elijah offered to carry my bag—and slipped my bank card into his pocket when he thought I wasn't looking.
Moments later, his phone rang. He feigned urgency.
"Cassie, something came up at the office. I need to handle it—can't drive you home..."
I knew exactly where he was going. I played dumb.
"Sure. Be careful."
What Elijah didn't know? I'd already swapped that card with one of his own forgotten ones.
The two cards were nearly identical. Without close inspection, impossible to tell apart.
But his old card had been abandoned years ago. Not a cent left in it.