Wiring Her Money Was His Habit

Summary

My mother’s pancreatic cancer took a sharp, brutal turn, and I found myself sobbing into the phone, begging Carter for the $150,000 we needed for a last-resort experimental treatment.

He promised to wire it immediately. I sat in the sterile chill of the hospital waiting room for three agonizing hours. What I saw instead, while endlessly refreshing my phone, was Harper’s Instagram story: a screenshot of a $150,000 wire transfer hitting her bank account, captioned with a heart.