Chapter 18
A silent sob tore through my throat as I stared at the note, the generosity cutting deeper than any punishment could have.
She hadn't destroyed me out of hatred; she had removed me out of self-respect.
And even in victory, she had given me a life raft to start over if I was brave enough to take it.
“Thank you, Sarah,” I whispered, tucking the envelope safely into my jacket pocket.
“Tell her... tell her I said thank you.”
Sarah smiled warmly, standing up from the table and gathering her blueprints.
“She knows, Daniel,” Sarah said softly before turning toward the door.
I walked out of the coffee shop into the cold Chicago afternoon, the snow falling softly over the pavement.
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I had money now, enough to start a small boutique brokerage firm on my own terms.
But as I looked up at the towering skyline in the distance, I knew I would never again look at a building the same way.
