Anything that mattered went quietly into secure storage.
Except the emerald pendant.
I couldn’t stop wearing it.
That was my mistake.
Or perhaps, in the end, it was theirs.
The night Cordelia pushed me, rain lashed the windows.
Flynn had invited her to dinner without telling me.
I should have known something was wrong the moment I entered the dining room and saw no food.
Only papers.
Cordelia sat at the table.
Flynn stood beside the fireplace.
“What is this?”
I asked.
Cordelia pushed a folder toward me.
“Your opportunity to stop behaving like a selfish child.”
I didn’t touch it.
Flynn sighed.
“Sloan.”
“What did you do?”
“Nothing.”
“Then why is there a property transfer on my table?”
Cordelia’s expression hardened.
“Because Flynn needs liquidity for the Vale Harbor project.”
I looked at my husband.
His new resort development had been struggling.
He had told me financing was secure.
