“I fed him when he couldn’t hold a fork.
My daughter slept on the floor beside his bed during the last week because she was afraid he would die while she was upstairs.”
Adrian looked away.
“So don’t walk into this kitchen and tell me what my marriage was worth.”
Silence.
Then he adjusted his coat.
“Fine.”
He looked at Thomas.
“Where do I sign?”
“Sign what?”
“The acceptance documents.”
Thomas’s face gave nothing away.
“You’re certain?”
Adrian laughed.
“My uncle spent years trying to punish me for my father’s mistakes.
Apparently death cured him.”
Thomas opened his briefcase.
