At sixty-five, Sarah Carter finally decided to use the bank card her ex-husband Richard had given her after their thirty-seven-year marriage ended.
She had kept it untouched in a small box for years, determined to remain independent after the quiet divorce. Sarah had supported herself with cleaning jobs, living simply in a small room above a garage while refusing to burden her children, Emily and Daniel. The card represented a painful past she preferred not to revisit. But after struggling with her health and daily tasks, pride gave way to practicality. She walked into the bank expecting only a modest balance to help with immediate needs.
