It had been built with my money.

Every marble inch of the kitchen he had used to make me feel small had been paid for out of the estate my grandmother left me.

I did not cry when I saw that invoice.

I photographed it, and I added it to the folder, and I understood that I was going to bring that folder to his wedding.

Chapter 13 — The Wedding

The day came clear and bright, a perfect Saturday on the Malibu coast, two hundred guests on the manicured lawns of an oceanfront estate — business figures, old classmates, the corporate partners Damon so badly wanted to impress.