And on a non-refundable application for a lease — on a luxury high-rise condominium, downtown.”

I looked at Wendy.

“A condominium,” I said.

“You stole my mother’s retirement, starved her in her own home, and used the money to lease yourself a condo.”

And Wendy, understanding at last that there was nothing left to perform, dropped the innocent facade entirely, and looked at me with pure, undisguised venom.

“I was leaving you anyway, Luca,” she spat.