David looked at his son. He saw the same entitlement he had fostered for years. “She isn’t answering, Leo. I tried. Her lawyer blocked my number. She changed her locks, her phone, and according to the bank, she’s selling the big house and moving into a condo downtown.”
Sarah let out a bitter laugh. “She’s spending our money.”
“No, Sarah,” David said, the weight of the last week finally crushing his pride. “She’s spending her money. We’re just the people who watched her drown.”
Across town, the grandmother sat on her new balcony, watching the sunset. She had ordered sushi for one, and for the first time in forty years, the only person she had to take care of was herself.