Three Suitcases Left in the Rain and Nineteen Million Dollars in Cancun

“I divided the proceeds evenly with the broker,” I said, looking at him gently. “Your half of the house sale will be transferred to your account as soon as the closing is complete.”

“You didn’t have to do that, Mom,” he said, his voice trailing off into a quiet murmur. “Not after everything that happened. Not after how I let her treat you.”

“You are my son, Nathan,” I said, reaching out to touch his arm. “I want you to have a fresh start. Without the debt, and without the anger.”

“I signed the final divorce papers this morning,” Nathan said, looking up at the high brick walls of the River Oaks house. “Sable is already on her way to Colorado. I don’t think she will be coming back to Texas.”

“Let her go,” I said. “We both need to look forward now.”

“I want to rebuild things, Mom,” Nathan said, his eyes finally meeting mine. “My business, my life. I promise I will visit you down there, once I get my feet under me.”

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