The Four Boys at the Restaurant Sink
Her fingers dropped away from her ring.
My father taught me that.
It was one of the few things he ever told me about her.
Your mother can negotiate a nine-figure merger without blinking, Lawson.
Watch her hands.
The truth shows up in her fingers first.
He had been gone three years.
Standing on that sidewalk, I missed him so much it took the air out of me.