The policy was for $250,000.
Because it was a “Whole Life” policy, it had built up cash value over the years, and since he never borrowed against it, the full amount was tax-free.
“Is this real?” Sarah asked, reading over my shoulder.

I called the insurance agent’s number listed on the letterhead immediately. It was a Saturday, but an automated system confirmed the policy status: Active.
My dad hadn’t left us with nothing. He had been secretly securing our future, $45 at a time, for thirty years.
