He Texted “I Disown You. Talk To My Lawyer.” I Replied “Okay” And Quietly Shut Off Every Dollar
The video arrived on a Thursday night, the kind of night that looks harmless on the outside. Denver was doing that early winter thing where the sky goes dark before you’ve finished dinner. Streetlights threw pale pools onto wet asphalt, and my apartment windows reflected my own living room back at me, lamp-lit and neat…