Just a folded twenty-dollar bill I’d been keeping for emergencies, and the faded photograph of Warren on our thirtieth anniversary tucked in the clear pocket. The man who’d started as a mechanic with perpetual grease under his fingernails and built Morrison Auto Group with me from absolutely nothing. Twelve dealerships.
Buzz
My son had no idea I’d saved $800,000. Then his wife said, “He has to leave this house.”
The porcelain coffee cup slipped from Chelsea’s hand. It hit the concrete driveway with a heavy crack, sending dark coffee splashing across her bare…
