“At 3:15 a.m., I Heard My Son Tell His Wife How to Drain My Account”

me a cup, his hand steady. “Sleep well, Mom?”

“Like a rock,” I said. “I never hear a thing once I’m out.”

Something flickered in his expression—satisfaction, maybe, or relief.

Clare gathered her purse, made a show of checking her phone. “I should run. Need to catch the bank when it opens—have to sort out that issue with our account, remember, honey?”

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