Margaret, sat at the head of the table, diamonds flashing at her throat. She had disliked me since the wedding, mostly because my money had never become hers.
The papers sat stacked before me.
Divorce settlement.
Property transfers.
Corporate resignations.
Waivers.
Daniel tapped the pages. “You sign, you keep the apartment downtown and two hundred thousand dollars. You fight me, you get nothing.”
I looked at Vanessa.
“When?”
She tilted her head. “Does it matter?”
“It does to me.”
Daniel rolled his eyes. “Eight months.”
Eight months.
Vanessa was four
