The Satellite Son and the Cane Son: When Money Can’t Carry Grief

I realized the deed wasn’t repayment,” I said. “It was avoidance. A way to tell myself I’d done something huge so I wouldn’t have to do something hard.”

David’s jaw tightened. “And what’s the hard thing?”

I swallowed.

“Staying,” I said.

He stared at me.

I went on before I could chicken out.

“I can work from anywhere. I built my life around being needed at continue reading …