Boston Mother Cancels Twenty Two Million Dollar Wedding Gift After Morning Betrayal
The twenty-two million dollars from the cancelled wedding trust would follow the deed by three o’clock.
“Thank you, Beatrice,” Clara said, her voice shaking slightly as she took the papers.
“The building deserves to have people in it who actually want to live there,” I said.
The directors left the room after ten minutes, their voices fading down the carpeted hallway.
Avery remained at the table, stacking the duplicate copies into his leather bag.
“It is done,” he said.
“Yes,” I said.
I stood up and walked to the large glass window that faced east toward the harbor.
The water was the color of slate, dotted with the white wakes of the ferries moving toward Logan.
I could see the roof of the church where Michael had stood three weeks ago, looking at me with that pale, apologetic face.
“Do you want to get some lunch?” Avery asked, coming to stand a few feet behind me.
“The city looks different when you are not trying to buy someone’s love,” I said.
“It is colder,” Avery said.
“No,” I said, leaning my forehead slightly toward the cool pane. “It is just clearer.”
I stood by the large glass window, letting the winter sun hit my bare head.
