Twelve weeks.

And in those twelve weeks my son started at a state architecture programme with a forty-one-thousand-dollar funding gap, and we filled it with eleven thousand out of my shop account, a six-thousand-dollar federal loan in his name, and a deferral on the rest, and the note on my workshop matured on the thirty-first of August and I did not have forty-two thousand one hundred dollars.

I want that stated plainly because it is the single most absurd fact in this account.

On the fifteenth of August 2025, Silas Thorne was the sole owner of eight hundred and seventy-one thousand dollars that he could not spend, his father was sixteen days from losing a workshop over forty-two thousand, and the person who held the note was the person whose accounting the court was waiting for.