And then, private, just to me, came Julian’s text: Relax.

It was just a joke.

Don’t pull that face. I stood in that marble lobby and read the caption until the letters blurred. The whole family together at last. Without me.

At a party I had paid for, celebrating a family I had bankrolled, they had gone upstairs and toasted their togetherness and it had not occurred to a single one of them that the woman holding the receipts was still standing alone by the door.

Chapter 4 — A Walking Wallet With a Smile