Chapter EighteenHale
This is it. My last lesson with Brielle. All morning, I fought for perspective and failed. After tonight’s festivities, I’m going to tell her that she’s ready. That she’s learned all I can teach her.
I don’t know how she’ll take the news. Me? I’m so confused and frustrated that I feel like f*****g punching something at the thought of not seeing her again after this.
I’m dressed in a suit and tie, and told her to be waiting at the corner of Lakeshore and Grand. I glance at my watch and see that I’m right on time. Watching from the dark-tinted window of the limousine, I spot her. She glances around and then checks her phone. She’s wearing the red wool coat belted snugly and holds a small jeweled clutch. The Chicago winter makes it necessary, but I can’t wait to peel t
