One hundred eighteen million dollars.

The partnership is locked.” I let out a breath I felt like I’d been holding for a decade.

I poured two glasses of sparkling water — too much work left for champagne — and handed her one.

“To the garage,” I said.

“To what it became,” Devra corrected, and touched her glass to mine.

What the money meant, to me, was not what it would have meant to my father.