Madeline’s manicured hand lay on the cardboard.

“Gregory used to drive Wyatt out to Blue Harbor back when it was nothing but mud and eelgrass,” she said.

“He said the boy had to learn what a dollar was worth.”

“He learned what his father’s dollar was worth.” She gave a soft laugh, covering her mouth.

Then her face shifted.

“He gambled, Samantha.

Gregory did.

Not stocks.