The early winter sun streamed through the airport's glass walls, splashing onto the floor.
The departure hall broadcasted flight information for Aldenberg.
I sat on a bench near the boarding gate, holding a warm cup of oat milk.
Mark handed me the baggage claim tags.
"Ms. Jennings, all assets under the Foster Group have been auctioned off.
Your compensation and damages for emotional distress, totaling $3.5 million, have been fully deposited into your independent overseas account."
I took the tags and slipped them into my bag. "Thank you for your hard work."
"Theresa fell into critical condition at the prison hospital yesterday."
Mark said, keeping his eyes on me.
"Due to the lack of a matching heart donor and severe complications, the doctors have issued a critical-condition notic
