Chapter 4

While I spent the next week recovering in a luxury hospital suite, Timmy was out burning through cash like a rockstar. He was partying at VIP clubs, buying out designer boutiques, and living like a king.

I liked one of his photos on Facebook and commented: [Looks amazing. I hope you can stay this happy every single day.]

He replied instantly: [What is that supposed to mean, Mom? I'm just enjoying my life. Do you really have to be so passive-aggressive?]

Wow, he actually caught the sarcasm.

Honestly, I was just counting down the days.

I wanted him to fly…