After her son Preston texts her twice in one minute, first lying about a canceled dinner, then bluntly stating she isn’t wanted, Marjorie realizes decades of quiet financial support have bought her nothing but convenience in her family’s eyes. That same night, she calls the bank and cancels every one of the 168 recurring payments she’d been covering for Preston and Vanessa, from mortgage payments to country club dues, removing her son’s access entirely.

The next morning, as she finalizes the paperwork and watches the first mortgage payment get rejected on screen, her phone lights up repeatedly with Preston’s name. Before she can answer, someone slams against the locked front doors of the bank hard enough to turn every head in the lobby, suggesting the fallout from her decision has already reached her doorstep.