Chapter 12 - Brandon Begs on Marble Steps
The next morning, Brandon stood outside the steps of the federal courthouse in downtown Washington in his wrinkled tuxedo shirt.
Spotting Sarah walking down the granite stairs with a file folder in hand, he scrambled desperately toward her.
“Sarah! Please, you have to help me! They froze all my accounts and I have nowhere to sleep!” Brandon cried out.
Sarah stopped, looking down at her disgraced ex-husband with cold, unyielding detachment in her eyes.
“You told our dying daughter that she wasn't worth giving up your lifestyle for, Brandon,” Sarah reminded him steadily.
“I was stressed! People make mistakes when they're under pressure! We were married for ten years!” he begged, reaching for her coat.
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Sarah stepped back effortlessly, ensuring his desperate hands didn't touch her fabric.
“You made your bed in that hotel ballroom, now lie in it,” she dismissed him without a shred of pity.
