Small Acts
The Allowance Jar

Face to Face

August 25, 2026 · Part 9 of 10 · 2 min

Roland's smile flickered like a bad bulb. "Talia. Sweetheart. Let's not do this here, in a hospital hallway, in front of the child."

"Don't," Talia said, and her voice was steadier than Junie had ever heard it, "call me sweetheart."

She held up the letter. Roland's eyes flicked to it, and something in his face went very carefully blank — the specific blankness of a man doing fast arithmetic on how much trouble he was in.

"That," Roland said, "is the incoherent scribbling of a man who spent four years in prison and twenty-five on the street. You're going to take that over your own uncle? Over the man who paid for your mother's funeral, Talia? Who's helped keep this family afloat since—"

"Since you framed my father." Talia's hand was shaking, but her voice wasn't. "You let him go to prison instead of you. You let me grow up thinking he abandoned us. You let my daughter—" her voice cracked on the word, glancing at Junie, "—give her allowance to a stranger on a street corner because nobody in this family had the courage to tell her the truth about her own grandfather."

Roland's jaw tightened. For one unguarded second, something ugly and cornered showed through the polish. "That letter proves nothing in a court of law. An old man's confession to his daughter, written who-knows-when? You'll drag this family's name through the mud chasing a ghost story, and for what?"

"For the truth," Junie said, before she could stop herself, small and fierce between the two adults.

Roland looked down at her like he'd forgotten she was there, like she was a piece of furniture that had suddenly spoken.

Before he could answer, the doors swung open again — a nurse this time, quick and urgent. "Ms. Hale? He's awake. He's asking for you. He says it's urgent — he says he needs to tell you where he hid something before—" She glanced uneasily at Roland, then back. "Before he loses his nerve."

Talia was already moving. Junie ran to keep up, leaving Roland standing alone under the waiting room's fluorescent lights, his expensive coat suddenly looking like the wrong kind of armor.

Gideon was propped up in the hospital bed, pale but awake, an oxygen line under his nose, his eyes finding Talia's the instant she walked in.

"There's a tape," he rasped, gripping her hand with surprising strength. "The old cash register, at the shop — the reel-to-reel under the counter, the one your grandfather rigged up after the first robbery scare. It was running the night Roland came to me. I never told anyone. I was too afraid. It's still there — I checked, years ago, through the window. Behind the loose brick, third row down, left of the register stand. Talia — it's still there."

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