At Christmas, I gave my son a brand-new car and his wife a designer purse, thinking love still mattered. Then he smiled and said his wife wanted to “teach me a lesson,” so they had no gift for me.

“We don’t have anywhere else to go if you make us leave.”

“You have jobs,” I said. “You have thirty days. You have the money you were supposed to be saving.”

He looked away.

That was how I learned there was no savings account. The rent-free years had been spent on vacations, clothing, restaurants, and Marissa’s online version of a life they could not continue reading …