Mother's Mind, Daughter's Fury

The final line of code compiled, my latest multi-billion dollar tech merger project complete. I, Chloe, had delivered.

Then my phone buzzed with an urgent neighborhood alert from back home.

"Chloe, your mother, is she okay?" Mrs. Gable asked, attaching a shaky video.

It showed my elegant mother, a renowned art restorer, rummaging through garbage bins, disheveled and thin.

This couldn't be true. I' d set up a trust, paid for everything-even a luxurious round-the-world cruise she was supposedly on.