My son called that morning, far too cheerful, saying he was on a “work trip” and the location was “kind of sensitive,” but by afternoon I opened my account and found a resort in Maui, room service, spa charges, and a photo of Brooke holding a cocktail at sunset, and then the next morning he yelled, “Why are the cards frozen?!” — that was when I knew I wasn’t the one panicking most
The first time my son screamed at me about money, he was standing under a hotel porte cochere in Maui…