I watched him disappear through the revolving doors.

For the first time, the bracelet felt less like a family heirloom and more like an invitation to stop asking questions.

I didn’t know whether that was his intention.

But I knew I couldn’t accept it.


PART 4 — THE FIVE-THOUSAND-DOLLAR INSULT

The rehearsal dinner took place at a country club north of Chicago.

Fifty guests sat around polished mahogany tables beneath crystal chandeliers.

The walls were painted a pale duck-egg blue Olivia admired.