EVERYONE IN THIS HOUSE IS WANTED.
NOT JUST NEEDED.
I looked at it for a long time.
I couldn’t speak.
Daniel looked at the ground.
“Renee and I talked about it,” he said. “For a long time. About what we did to you. About what we were doing to her mom. About what we do to each other. To the kids.”
He looked at the sign.
“Chloe picked the words,” he said. “She said that’s the thing nobody ever said to you. When you were with us.”
I put my hand on the sign.
Rough. Warm from the sun.
“It’s beautiful, Danny,” I said.
He looked up.
Nobody’s called him Danny in thirty years.
People ask me sometimes what I did with the money.
Eighty-nine million dollars. Forty-one after taxes.
They want to hear about yachts. Trips to Paris. Diamonds.
I tell them I bought two houses.
