It is the quiet one who owns the table, and can, whenever she decides to, ask everyone to leave the room.

Chapter 3 — I Signed

Adrian slid a folder across the linen tablecloth toward me, between the wine and the flowers.

“The divorce agreement,” he said, pleasantly, as though offering me a favor.

“I’ve kept it simple.

I keep the house, my shares in the company, and the lake property.