“My dear Liora,” he said, his voice calm yet edged with something I could not name, “weren’t the funds I’ve been sending you each month sufficient? You should never have struggled. I instructed your mother to make sure you received them without delay.”

I blinked at him, utterly confused. “Grandfather… what funds? I never received anything.”

His expression shifted from the warmth I remembered from my childhood to a sharp disbelief, a look that made my stomach knot. “Liora, I have been sending it since the day you married. Are you saying not a single transaction ever reached you?”