Vance.

The notary is waiting downstairs.” And with a trembling hand, Luca picked up the silver pen, pressed it to the paper, and signed his name for the last time on any document that had anything to do with me.

When he set the pen down, it was over, all of it, eleven years and six months and a porch and a skyscraper, ended in a single signature.

He did not look at me as he stood to go.