Chapter 22
JonahThe argument with Shannon stayed with me. Somehow, I made her feel cheap while dropping ten grand on a dress. The thought disturbed me. I only wanted to make her feel beautiful.
I thought about the pride she had in her tiny apartment. Why? She finally had a nice place of her own. She’d earned it. I should be able to understand what it was like to feel dependent. The scenario was different, but the situation was the same. Or nearly the same. I still had never earned a dime that my father didn’t give me.
My office phone rang, and I thought about ignoring it. I glanced around at the sleek, modern office my sister had designed. I worked, but none of it was mine. Even after Tom Moran was long gone, this place, I thought, would always be his. The phone rang again.
“Hello?”
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