They had ordered the opportunity, and simply waited for it to be delivered on an operating table.

Chapter 17 — The Reckoning

Three days later I agreed to see Christopher, once, in a conference room at Jacqueline’s firm.

He looked destroyed when he walked in — unwashed, hollow-eyed, a decade older than the man who had brought me home from the hospital.

And I felt, looking at him, almost nothing at all, because whatever I had loved had died on that garage floor and I had already finished grieving it.

“Rosalie, I swear on my life, I did not know Mom was stealing the properties into her own trust,” he said, and collapsed into a chair.