On an Autumn Evening in Manhattan, Fifty Million Dollars Signed Away Eleven Long Years
Vance cleared his throat once more, his eyes falling to his desk blotter.
“He knew before you began the second round of treatment, Vivian.
He always knew.”
My hand went to my left wrist, my thumb brushing the faint mark where my wedding ring used to be.
“Why did he let the medical team go ahead with the third transfer?” I asked.
“Rosalind Aldridge met with the senior clinic staff that same week,” Dr.
Vance said.
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