Claire froze the cards linked to her account. Then she locked the account entirely. For the first time in years, not a single dollar would leave her name without her say-so.
By morning, her phone was full of messages.
The tone was sharp and urgent, but none of it came from real concern for her well-being—only for access.
The quiet of the motel room felt more comforting than the house she grew up in.
Unraveling Old Obligations
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