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
There had been one more account—an old business account her brother had asked her to “temporarily sponsor” months earlier. Claire had barely paid attention at the time, assuming it was innocent paperwork.
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