“Is that you, Adam?”
He trudged up the stairs to the third-floor apartment where his mother resided alone at the Grace Court brownstone. He had converted most of the rooms to a medical facility, where he split his time in the basement conducting his research. Her spacious, well-furnished bedroom was the only area that still resembled living quarters.
“Yes. Mother, I’ll be right in.”
He walked over to the window and stared out at the breathtaking view of the New York skyline across the East River. He remembered how he and the guys would sit on the Promenade or hang out under the Brooklyn Bridge as kids, fantasizing how they would have the world on a string one day. They would have all their money from their medical jobs invested on Wall Street, and it would grow bigger and bigger until t
