You are a very wealthy woman.”

I walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the courtyard far below.

And there, down on the brick patio, beneath the ancient spreading branches of the oak tree, was the green metal table where Harrison and I had sat for two years.

The wooden chessboard was still on it, left out in the cool autumn air, its pieces frozen mid-game.

I thought about the seventy-four million dollars.