For Seven Years I Sent Forty Thousand Dollars Every January, Until Emma Finally Spoke
He set the watch flat on the mahogany table.
The metal band made a soft clink against the wood.
The room stayed quiet for a long moment.
The only sound was the steady hum of the bank’s air vent overhead.
Mark looked across the table at Eleanor.
“Eleanor, please,” Mark said.
“Arthur has lost his mind.
You know I’ve only ever tried to protect Emma.”