PART 2 At 77, I got dressed for my son’s 7 p.m.

Early the next morning I went to First National and met with my trusted banker Lydia Chen.

 

We spread eight pages of printed forms across her desk and reviewed one hundred and seventy four active payment authorizations connected to Wesley and Serena. Lydia remained perfectly professional as I signed the final documents to cancel their mortgage supplements, insurance payments, and unauthorized business lines.

 

I felt a sharp and clean sense of clarity as I terminated the immense financial architecture I had built to support them.

 

I returned home and simply waited by my window with a cup of tea as the declined charge notifications began appearing on my tablet.

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