The Adopted Son Who Bled Us Dry

My daughter-in-law lived by one creed: where the money is, that's where the love is.

After my grandson was born, she set down a rule:

Every month there would be a livestream. Between us and her parents, whoever ranked number one on the gifting leaderboard that month, that was the house the three of them would go live in.

For five years, just to earn the right to see the child, my husband and I poured millions into that leaderboard every single month.

But no matter how much we spent, we never got past number two.