Nadie Necesita Saberlo (Nobody needs to know)

Parvenu

Wu Tang Clan, Cream

I awoke the next morning, determined to get to a yoga class and go for a run in Centennial park afterwards. Those two activities fed my sanity and also helped me loose almost 75 pounds that I'd carried around half my adult life. I finally felt better about my image, even though the loose skin hung from my stomach and my breasts looked like deflated balloons. I tried to think of my hanging skin as battle scars from a war I'd fought with my body my whole life, and finally won for good.

I grabbed my purse from beside the door, and went to fish out my keys. As I reached for them, I noticed a singular piece of paper tucked between my lipstick and hand sanitizer.

The ticket.

I scoffed. I'd never won anything in my life, but it wouldn't hurt to just check.

I pulled up the winning numbers from my phone.

12....14....22...44....56...7

I checked them against those on my ticket.

12....14....22....44....56...7

No. No, this can't be. I checked again.

12...14....22....44.....56....7

I collapsed where I stood. I reached across the floor to retrieve my phone, which I'd somehow managed to drop in my shock. I immediately dialed my husband, who was back at work after the holiday.

"Cash," my voice shook, "You need to come home. Now."

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We sat in stunned silence for what seemed like hours. Harper wasn't home, so we had time to devise a plan. After confirming our ticket with the lottery board, we contacted a law school buddy of Cash's who now worked in estate planning. A.P. Finch worked for a large firm downtown, at which he was swimming his way quickly to the top. He was more than happy to help, and even put us in touch with the top accountant in town. Within three weeks, we were reaping the benefits of our new found wealth.