It was Flynn's eighteenth birthday, and Skylar had received a phone call from an attorney, asking her and Flynn to meet with him that afternoon.

She honestly had no idea what that was about. Things had been somewhat quiet lately, with Marie enjoying her infant son, Holly growing by the day and Flynn and Lindsay seriously dating. They were so serious, in fact, that Skylar had been teasing them (but not really) about waiting until he finished college to marry.

Marie was still hurting, but had been going to therapy. Slowly the tension between the sisters had been lessening, although Skylar was quite sure that Marie would never fully be able to forgive her for her part in Hank's death. Not that she could blame her, really.

But now instead of arguments and blaming each other, their visits were filled with updates and baby photos and other happy pieces of news. Yes, life without Walter White wasn't quite what Skylar had pictured it would be, but in some ways, it was even better.

She'd even gone on a date or two. She wasn't looking for anything serious, of course, but with Flynn nearly out of the house, and Holly not quite as needy as a newborn had been, she had decided to allow herself to slowly begin the process of living again.

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"Skylar, Flynn, I'm sure you're quite curious as to what I've called this meeting for." Mr. Samson began in a room full of people.

"Is he...is my son in some kind of trouble?"

"Mom!"

"Of course not. Rather, this should be some good news for your son's future. Some rather good news indeed."

Skylar looked at Flynn. "I don't understand..."

"I'm sure you remember your one time friends, the Shwartzes..." Mr. Sampson started.

"Yes, but what..."

"As you may be aware, they have been involved in many philanthropic activities ever since, well, since learning of your husband's activities. I do not mean to cause further pain, as I understand what a hardship this has been on your family. In the spirit of friendship and generosity, the Shwartzes set up a trust fund for Flynn..."

"A trust fund? Why would they do..." Skylar looked around.

"Perhaps they felt guilty for not knowing more of your husband's activities. I do believe they feel a certain fondness and respect and admiration towards your son, what he's overcome and what he's achieved with his life."

"What...is this...is this a scholarship?" Flynn wondered.

"In a sense. You have been declared the beneficiary of a trust fund, now that you are 18, to do with as you please. Of course, education is encouraged, but there are no conditions on how you spend this money."

"how...how much?" Skylar asked, almost afraid to know.

Mr. Sampson read aloud the account statement. "9 million, 8 hundred thousand, four hundred and thirty two dollars."

Flynn's crutches fell to the floor. "Thats...that's almost ten million dollars! Mom!"

"I heard."

"If you have any questions, I can answer them now. Otherwise, in this envelope contains a check, which you may feel free to deposit at a bank of your choice..."

"Flynn!" Skylar couldn't believe it. She had always worried about her son's future. Now she had to worry no longer.

"I...I have one question," Flynn spoke up.

"Of course."

"It..it is my money, right?"

"Yes, son."

"And I can do...I can do what I want with it?"

Mr. Sampson smiled. "You can buy yourself as many sports cars as you'd like."

Flynn looked at his mom, then at the attorney. "Can I...can I give it to my aunt Marie and my cousin?"

No one spoke. Finally Skylar looked at Flynn. "That's a nice thought son, and perhaps...perhaps we can set something aside for them. But don't you think...you can have anything you've ever wanted!"

"I want my ..I want Aunt Marie to have this. I can...I can always work to..to get money. She, she can never have Uncle Hank back again. I...I had a dad. Henry...he won't. Please, Mom. I...I want to do this."

She nodded, never feeling more proud of her son than she did at that moment. The money would have been nice, would have taken care of her son for the rest of her life. But it was obvious at that moment that one thing she had given him had no monetary value. Family was everything, and if you loved your family, you did anything you could for them. Yes, she was so proud of her son.

The end

to be followed with one final chapter, the epilogue