Vincent & Sophie — The Empty Chair at Harbor Point

Vincent’s mouth had gone dry. He remembered the Harbor Point collapse the way a man remembers a headline.

Insurance had handled it. His lawyers had handled it. He had signed the settlement papers without reading past the first page, and he had not thought of it since.

“Mrs. Bell,” he said quietly, “I am sorry. I didn’t know your son’s name until this moment.”…

PART 3

June studied him for a long time.

“Not knowing his name isn’t the same as having nothing to do with his death.” Vincent accepted that without an argument.

He had learned early in business that silence could make other people uncomfortable enough to reveal what they wanted.

Tonight, the silence was deserved. Sophie looked up from her cookie.

“Nana, why are you sad?” May moved her chair closer.

“We’re remembering your daddy, honey.