At 55, I Took a 12-Hour Bus Ride from Dallas to Miami to Celebrate My 6-Year-Old Grandson’s Birthday. But My Son Opened the Door Coldly: “Why Are You Here, Mom? We Specifically Told You This Was a Private Party.” I Handed Him the Gift Bag and Turned Around, but He Didn’t Know That Inside Was a Set of Keys to the $2 Million Beachfront Property I’d Just Purchased for the Family—Keys I Was Taking Straight Back to the Realtor.
The Long Road to Heartbreak The hum of the bus engine had been my only companion for twelve grueling hours.…