“Then why do you act like he’s applying for a bank loan every time he enters the room?”
“Because people are most honest when something they want is just beyond reach.”
Flynn wanted me.
At least, I believed he did.
He sent flowers to my office.
Learned to cook the pasta dish my mother used to make.
Remembered tiny details from our conversations.
When I had nightmares around the anniversary of my parents’ deaths, he stayed awake with me.
When we married, I thought Grandfather would finally soften.
He didn’t.
Two months after the wedding, he changed his estate plan.
I didn’t learn that until years later.
By then, it mattered more than I could ever have imagined.
Cordelia Vale first asked me to sell Bellweather House three days after the funeral.
We were drinking coffee in my apartment when she placed her cup down and said, casually, “Five million dollars trapped in trees and old furniture seems wasteful.”
