Redstone Construction CEO Learns About Blue Envelope in Hospital Recovery Room
“I can take these downstairs,” Mia said, lifting one of the heavy cardboard boxes.
“Let me,” I said, taking it from her. “It is too heavy for the stairs.”
“I am stronger than I look, Dad,” she said, but she let me take the box.
I carried the three boxes down to the front hall and lined them up against the wall near the door. They looked like any other boxes on a job site, neat and brown and functional, containing twenty-one years of a marriage that had ended in a quiet room at the precinct.
“Are you going to stay here tonight?” Mia asked, standing by her coat.
“For a bit,” I said. “I want to finish checking the locks.”
“You should come back to Boulder,” she said. “The guest room is ready.”
“I have the audit tomorrow at eight, Mia,” I said. “I need to be close to the office.”
She looked at me for a long moment, her hand resting on the brass door handle. She looked more like her mother when she was tired, the same narrow line of her jaw and the quiet way she watched people when she was trying to decide what they wanted.
