Sarah nodded. "Thank you."
"And I'll be there," I said. "At every service. To speak. To honor them. They were my brothers. I owe them that."
Amanda wiped her eyes. "We'd like that."
I pulled out my phone. Called Knox. "Bring me the checkbook. To the chapel."
He showed up five minutes later. Handed me the checkbook and a pen.
I sat down. Wrote out five checks. Ten thousand each. Signed them.
I stood up. Handed one to Sarah. One to Amanda. One to Lisa. One to each set of parents for the prospects.
"This should cover everything," I said. "If you need more, let me know."
"Thank you, Ridge," Derek's mother said.
"You're family," I said. "That doesn't change. Even though they're gone. You're still family."
Wade's father shook my hand. "We appreciate that."
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