Chapter 15
"Daniel Vance? You're three weeks behind on the motel room lease, and your bank cards are dead," the lead repo man stated flatly.
"Pack whatever junk you have in that bag and get out on the street right now."
Daniel scrambled backward, his voice trembling with pathetic panic. "Please... just give me one more day! I can call my father!"
"Your father's lawyers already sent notice that you don't exist anymore, buddy," the man scoffed, grabbing Daniel's duffel bag.
They tossed his meager belongings out onto the wet asphalt parking lot as a cold spring rain began to pour.
Daniel stood stranded in the middle of the street, watching the motel door slam shut in his face.
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He pulled his thin grey sweater tight around his chest, shivering as the freezing rain soaked through his clothes.
For the first time in his privileged life, Daniel understood what true cold felt like—not the kind of cold he inflicted on his son, but the absolute chill of total abandonment.
