Chapter 1 – The Layoff That Changed the Stakes
Colin Vance had worked in oil and gas logistics outside Midland, Texas for nineteen years when the industry downturn finally caught up with his position, eliminated along with two hundred others in a single round of cuts that left him, at forty-eight, unemployed for the first time since college.
His sister Audrey, four years older and considerably more financially secure as a partner at a Dallas accounting firm, had never faced anything comparable, her career having advanced steadily through the same years Colin’s had grown increasingly precarious in an industry prone to boom-and-bust cycles beyond any individual’s control.
The layoff arrived eight months before their father Henry’s health began its own steep decline, a coincidence of timing that made Colin’s financial desperation and his father’s failing health collide in ways that would shape the family’s entire inheritance dispute long before Henry’s actual death.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” Colin admitted to his sister, during one of the visits that had become more frequent as their father’s condition worsened. “I’ve applied to forty jobs. Nothing in this industry is hiring right now, not at my level, not at my age.”
Audrey, sympathetic but not fully understanding the particular desperation of watching two decades of career stability collapse at midlife, offered the kind of practical advice that landed, to Colin, as considerably less helpful than intended. “Have you considered a career change? Maybe this is an opportunity.”
Colin didn’t respond to that particular suggestion, the gap between his sister’s financial security and his own mounting anxiety about the ranch’s eventual inheritance beginning to widen in ways neither of them fully acknowledged yet.
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