Chapter 3 - The Cold Drive Home
The freezing December air hit my face the moment I stepped onto the porch, but I didn't feel the cold.
Adrenaline was pumping through my veins, making my hands shake as I fumbled with my car keys.
I unlocked my ten-year-old sedan, slid into the driver's seat, and slammed the door shut. The isolation of the car was an instant relief.
I turned the ignition, and as the engine roared to life, I finally allowed myself to breathe.
A single tear escaped, cutting a hot path down my cheek, but I quickly wiped it away. I was done crying over this family.
As I drove down the winding, snow-covered roads toward the highway, my mind drifted back to three years ago.
Daniel had come to my modest apartment in the city, looking just as defeated as he did at the dinner table tonight. His tech startup, the one he had poured all his money into, had collapsed. He was drowning in debt.
Worse, he was terrified of losing Vanessa.
Vanessa came from old money—though her family had lost most of it—and she expected a certain lifestyle. Daniel had promised her a mansion in the suburbs, country club memberships, and luxury cars.
"She'll leave me, Mom," he had sobbed on my worn-out sofa. "If she finds out I'm broke, she'll take the kids and leave."
Against my better judgment, I liquidated my retirement savings. I sold the lake cabin my late husband and I had built together.
I bought the Connecticut house under my name to protect the asset from Daniel's creditors, and I let them live there.
The agreement was that Daniel would slowly pay me back as rent, but those payments had stopped after six months.
I had sacrificed my financial security so my son wouldn't have to face the music of his own marriage. And how did he repay me? By letting his wife treat me like the hired help. By letting her mock my clothes—clothes I couldn't afford to update because my savings were tied up in their brick-and-mortar facade of wealth.
The snow was coming down harder now, mesmerizing in the headlights.
I pulled into the parking lot of my small apartment complex two hours later.
My phone had been buzzing continuously for the last fifty miles. Twenty missed calls from Daniel. Five from Lily. Zero from Vanessa.
I turned the phone off.
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For the first time in years, I didn't care about cleaning up my son's mess. I made myself a cup of chamomile tea, sat in my favorite armchair, and watched the snow fall outside my window.
Tomorrow, everything was going to change.
