But mostly I felt Cora's hand on my arm, an old forensic accountant squeezing once, as if to say: there. The numbers told the truth. They always do, if someone bothers to listen.
Chapter 5: I Asked If You Knew How to Work
I got Clearwater Medical Supply back.
It was a wreck by then — Wesley had run it into the ground — but it was mine, legally, cleanly, my name on it again without an asterisk. I spent the next years rebuilding it the way I'd built it the first time, on Sundays and stubbornness.
Claudia mailed me the Rolex from the place she ended up. No note. I think it was the closest thing to an apology she had in her. I keep it in a drawer. It was never really about the watch. It was about which of us our father had trusted, and he'd been right.
Cora Winslow became the family I'd lost.
