I overheard my son dictating the password to my savings account to his wife in the early hours of the morning; I pretended to be asleep, but 50 minutes later the teller showed them who the real fool was.
He was trying to rob his mother for vanity and appearances.
That evening, Jason arrived alone.
He looked exhausted and broken.
“Mom,” he whispered, crying openly now, “Brittany left me. The second she realized there wasn’t any money coming, she packed her things and walked out.”