Redstone Construction CEO Learns About Blue Envelope in Hospital Recovery Room
“You are letting your stress from the RiNo project ruin this family,” she said, repeating the phrase she had used in the bedroom weeks ago. “We need to go to Cabo, Robert. If we do not leave this week, we are not going to make it.”
“The audit starts tomorrow,” I said. “I cannot leave the state.”
She picked up the travel guide and threw it onto the counter. The glossy paper slid across the stone and struck a ceramic fruit bowl, the sound sharp in the quiet kitchen.
“Then do not expect me to wait around while you balance your ledger,” she said.
She turned and walked down the hallway toward the master bedroom, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. The door did not slam, but the click of the lock sliding into place was distinct and final.
I stood in the kitchen for a long time, listening to the hum of the refrigerator. The white sand beach on the cover of the travel guide looked bright under the overhead lights.
