it did.
One hundred eighty-seven thousand dollars isn’t symbolic.
Neither is unauthorized access to a company.
But the thing I valued most came after everyone left.
That first evening, I stood alone in the foyer.
The marble floor reflected the light from the chandelier.
For years, that room had been filled with voices.
Beatrice giving instructions.
Tiffany asking for something.
Adrian telling me to let it go.
Someone always needed.
Wanted.
Expected.
That evening there was nothing.
No argument from upstairs.
No command from the kitchen.
No one explaining why
