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Dante Cavali stood in the shadowed gallery of the penthouse with the heavy blue vellum folder pressed against his ribs, convinced that granting Serena an unconditional…
“Not through that door.”
Dante Cavali placed his silver pen beside the heavy parchment and looked at the signature that would end his three-year marriage.
Rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling glass of the penthouse terrace, blurring the amber skyline of downtown Chicago into cold smears of amber and charcoal.
The man with the weathered knuckles tied his work boots with two square loops, cinching each one with a reverse thumb-tuck that left the brass aglets…
“Give me your keys,” Brett said, holding up the red plastic sleeve in front of three bus drivers.
At 2:17 in the morning, Mara turned on the kitchen faucet and told a boy neither of us knew to keep his face above the water.
Mara found her father counting towels at six in the morning and told him to go back to bed.
Tom set the thermos on the steel desk without making a sound.