“And now everyone has something that suits them.”
I looked toward my son.
He avoided my eyes.
Eleanor watched the exchange without changing expression.
“There are additional provisions,” she began.
Vanessa barely listened.
She was already asking Jared whether the Miami penthouse had a private elevator.
I wanted to read Thomas’s letter.
I wanted to ask Eleanor why he had chosen that particular property.
Most of all, I wanted a moment to miss my husband without being reminded that the world had already begun dividing his possessions.
But Vanessa had other plans.
When we returned to Jared’s townhome, she followed me into the kitchen.
“Leah, can we talk about something practical?”
I was still wearing the black dress from the attorney’s office.
“Of course.”
“Now that you own a place, we’re going to need the guest room back.”
I stared at her.
“Excuse me?”
She crossed her arms.
