I want documentation that they attempted to access a minor child’s medical fund under false pretenses.’
His mother whispered, ‘Jordan, please.’
He looked at her, and for a second he saw the woman who had held him when he was little.
Then he saw Emma in a hospital bed asking if Grandma had come.
‘You let her think you might bring a balloon,’ he said.
‘That was the last soft thing I had left for you.’
Security escorted his father and Caleb out.
His mother followed, crying, but Jordan did not stop her.
Caleb shouted from the lobby that Jordan was ruining his wedding.
His voice echoed off the marble like a child denied candy.
By noon, Jordan had spoken to the bank manager, frozen every old connection, and contacted an attorney.
By evening, Caleb’s fiancée, Natalie, called him.
Her voice shook.
‘Did he really try to take money from Emma’s medical fund?’
Jordan did not embellish.
He told the truth.
There was a long silence.
Then Natalie said, ‘He told me you were jealous and refusing to help because he was finally happy.’
