That morning, my son texted, “Plans changed—you’re not coming on the cruise. My wife wants only her family.” I didn’t argue. The next day, I canceled every payment

Chapter 1: The Architecture of Accommodation The afternoon sun filtered through the massive, custom-built bay windows of the lake house, casting a rich, golden, almost honeyed hue over the sprawling expanse of the kitchen island. The light caught the dust motes dancing in the air, illuminating the polished granite and the vintage leather of my […] The post That morning, my son texted, “Plans…