Paige sent one last text: “You could have just helped.” I blocked her. Some people will never understand the difference between an investment and a ransom.
I sat at my desk that evening, looking at a photo of Marcus, the twins, and Kora. The navy binder was still in the drawer, but I moved it to the back, behind the files for the kids’ college trusts. I didn’t need to look at it anymore. The audit was over.
Life isn’t a spreadsheet, but it does have a bottom line. Mine is simple: Family isn’t about whose blood you carry. It’s about who carries you when the world goes quiet.
I’ve learned that wealth isn’t the number of zeros in your bank account; it’s the number of people who love you when you have none. And in that regard, I am the richest woman in the world.
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