Arthur expected tears, so I gave him plenty. I stumbled through the front doors, fell onto the marble floor, and sobbed loudly enough for him to hear from the study.
His footsteps came from the study at an easy pace. Arthur appeared with a glass of amber liquor and looked down at me. Satisfaction pulled at his mouth before he hid it.
“There, there, Willa.” He knelt until we were face to face, close enough for me to smell the whiskey. “You brought this on yourself, you know.”
He stroked my hair. I made myself stay under his hand. “I’m a generous man. I’ll give you three days. Pack your personal effects. My driver will take you wherever you need to go. After you’ve signed the papers, of course.”
I buried my face in my hands and shook my shoulders. Three days gave me time to find the came
