Chapter 16
The NASDAQ expected–judging what analysts called “Una de
thepa, neerlooking the fading floor, weaning my grandmother’s pearls and a new ting i bought myse–not to place my wedding band, but to honor who’d become
hing seconchi, Ms. elarmigion” said the exchange official
“Ready to change the word?”
“I’ve been ready for year
Asad themonial hammer, the floor hushed. When the be
– applause erupted. Harton Internal had gone public, and was one of the youngest female CEOs vering that Our Singapore expansion had shared expectations were delining how emerging mark
Wheated, i thought of the woman I once win
n her binhday, eaning a passation cupcake while her husband whispered to another women. That women could never ha ingredin moment.
Later, Vincent and entered the cave offices high above Mashat They land of prote
“The news from Starland” he sled, handing me
Di Kelerman’s qualitery reports went usually clinical. He was improving the medicatoris effect
“being missed next month,” Vince added “and Hand staff Apparently, the patients with red memory
thing now–not just the pain, but your lauge put belief in ne
I’m proud of you just pour success, but your courage to leave what was slowly destroying your
The inclosed shing the star projectar I bought (in years ago’s late, but hope someday you’l under andficial stars and amber beloved informat
A postscript
“sand in your women buding after
Vinced carefully
A legacy I hope you’l be proud”
That evening. I stood on my house, gan the faint stars beyond the city ghes. The proje
The projector salt unopened on my base of love and regret
My phone chiedi “Sawyewold’ve been prod
Height My father always said success you gain–you
I turned on the projector Light scattered across my cake, forming aglay of play thinking of theory that had brought me hers.
Edward was bading hemel in Bertrand
isabella was serving time in federal prison
On my deskt
vship laplications – from women clowing the way back toward hope Tomorrow, I’d read every one
Tonight, the film shine or me
Before bed a check toward trement “Anonymous donaten I wa, addressed to Dr Kelman
niha morning. I’d atradimages, blouring someone–it was knowing what they’d mediose themsebes
THE OND
