Redstone Construction CEO Learns About Blue Envelope in Hospital Recovery Room
The grandfather clock in the Cherry Creek hallway chimed seven times as I walked into the dining room.
The table was already set for three with the white linen placemats Nicole had bought in Santa Fe.
A platter of roasted chicken sat in the center, surrounded by small bowls of fingerling potatoes and green beans.
Mia was already seated, her phone held close to her face, her thumb scrolling through a feed of college updates.
Nicole came in from the kitchen carrying a ceramic pitcher of iced water, the ice cubes clinking against the sides.
“Sit down, Robert,” Nicole said, her voice carrying that quiet, practiced softness. “You look like you’ve been standing on concrete all day.”
I sat down, my left hand instinctively moving to my bare wrist to rub the skin where my watch usually sat.
“Just a long afternoon at the office,” I said, pouring myself a glass of water.
Nicole sat opposite me, her emerald ring catching the golden light of the chandelier as she adjusted her napkin.
I picked up the carving knife, the steel blade cold against my fingers.
