Hazel did not stop loving her son.

She simply stopped paying his bill for him.

It was the most loving thing she ever did, and it was the hardest, and I stood beside her while she did it, which was, in the end, the only useful thing all my money ever bought.

I had spent thirty-five years building an empire out of brick and land and ironclad trusts, believing that wealth was the strongest wall I could put around the people I loved.

I was wrong about that, and it took nearly losing my family to a chair and a glue bottle to see it.