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

a way for me to escape the discomfort of reality.

“You let yourself get destroyed to make sure I didn’t get to buy my way out,” I whispered.

David’s eyes flashed. “I didn’t do it for you.”

He looked away, jaw clenched.

“I did it because she was my mom,” he said. “And because I couldn’t live with myself if I abandoned her.”

Then, quieter:

“Even if it meant continue reading …