When Love Dies, Fury Awakens

y hand. It was my third day in Napa for the annual tech investors' summit. Everything was going perfectly. The deals

everything. Not just everything they needed, but everything they could possibly want. I believed that freedom, especially financial freedom, was the greate

igner handbag for Mia, expensive dinners with their friends. Good. They were enjoying their youth, living the life I worked so hard to provide. I saw them as confident, happ

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rong. My children had no reason to go to a pawn shop. They had unlimited funds. If they wanted something, they boug

tarted bea

ay. An icy unease spread through my veins. Why would they

summit, the multi-million dollar deals, the networking-it all vanished from my

t. "Cancel the rest of my meetings. Book me

phone buzzed with an unknown number. I almo

Reed?" a formal, s

Who is

d Family Services. We received an anonymous report con

My children? It was impossible. A mistake. A cruel prank.

tification lit up my phone screen.

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entire life. The account that should have been a bottomless well o