On Christmas morning, my millionaire son asked if Amanda’s $5,000 monthly support had finally made me comfortable.

candle.

My son stared at it. Then he let out one broken laugh. “She has no heat, and you brought her a candle.”

Amanda’s face flushed red. She grabbed her purse, walked to the door, then turned back.

“You’ll regret humiliating me.”

Daniel looked at her with empty eyes. “No, Amanda. I regret trusting you.”

The door slammed behind her.

One minute later, my continue reading …