Chapter 55

• As the cab drives through the streets, I gaze out the window unable to count the number of times I’ve been to Manhattan in the past nine years. To think, all along, she was here. After Bryce told me about her house in Connecticut, it didn’t make sense. But then she said she stayed with her grandmother, so I’m assuming she inherited it.
• Life has changed for both of us. Who would’ve thought nine years ago we’d both wind up here? I’m still coming to terms with her graduating from Yale and opening her own law practice. I’m proud of everything she has accomplished but, of course, I can’t tell her that—she never wants to talk about anything, always shutting me down if I get too close. The rare moments when she will open up, I soak up everything she gives me, but then she realizes what she has done and puts up that wall again.
• I pay the driver, climb out, staring at the building in front of me. My email keeps pinging, knowing the aftermath of not attending today’s meeting will be an absolute nightmare.