I had everything money could buy: a sprawling estate, luxury cars, and more wealth than I could ever spend in a lifetime. Yet, inside, there was a hollow I couldn’t fill.
I’d never had a family since women always seemed to want me only for the money I inherited from my parents. At sixty-one, I couldn’t help but wish I’d done something differently.
A lonely man | Source: Midjourney
I tapped the steering wheel absently, trying to shake off the familiar weight on my chest. That’s when I saw a disheveled woman bent over a trash can.
I slowed the car, not sure why I even bothered. People like her were everywhere, weren’t they? But there was something about the way she moved, her thin arms digging through the garbage with a sort of grim determination that tugged at something inside me.
