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

year.”

My fingers tightened around the blanket. “Amanda told me you were struggling with the new hotel project. She said I shouldn’t bother you. She said you and she were sending what you could.”

Daniel stood so abruptly that the ornaments trembled. “What you could? Mom, that money was for you. Your heat, your groceries, your medication.”

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