After I gave birth, my wealthy father came to see me in the private recovery room. He looked proud, holding flowers that cost more than most people’s rent. Smiling gently, he asked, “Honey, are the four thousand dollars a month not enough for you?” – True Stories
The bank tracing came next. Shell invoices. Forged emails from my account. “Allowance” payments sent to a company Damon owned. Four thousand dollars a month, stolen, then used as a leash around my neck.
