Chapter 15 - Returning To The Old Neighborhood
Later that afternoon, Knox drove his black Bentley slowly down the snow-covered streets of his old Chicago childhood neighborhood.
The dilapidated wooden house where he had grown up stood neglected and abandoned behind rusted chain-link fences.
He stepped out into the freezing wind, walking up the creaking front steps where he had walked away eight years ago.
He remembered the bitter arguments, his youthful arrogance, and the stubborn pride that kept him away while his mother suffered.
A middle-aged neighbor peeked out from behind her lace curtains, recognizing the expensive car and the tall, imposing man standing outside.
Knox walked over to her porch, knocking gently on the weathered wooden door until she opened it a cautious inch.
“I remember you, Knox,” the woman whispered, her voice filled with old sorrow. “You left her alone, and she forgot who you were.”
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“I know,” Knox replied quietly, handing her a sealed envelope containing a certified cashier’s check for fifty thousand dollars.
“Use this to fix up this street, and make sure no one ever suffers the way my mother did here again.”
