Chapter 13
One cold evening in December, a year after the gala, I stepped out of a charity event at Lincoln Center.
The snow was falling softly over Broadway, coating the city in a serene blanket of white.
A figure stepped out from behind a concrete pillar, wearing a shabby secondhand coat and a knit hat.
It was Chloe, Julian’s younger sister, looking thin, exhausted, and thoroughly humbled.
“Clara...” Chloe called out softly, her voice shaking in the freezing winter air.
My security detail instantly stepped forward, but I raised my hand to stop them.
“What do you want, Chloe?” I asked, keeping my tone strictly neutral.
“I came to apologize,” Chloe whispered, tears pooling in her red eyes.
“I was terrible to you... we all were.”
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“My mother is sick, and I can’t pay her medical bills on my waitress salary.”
“Please... I’m begging you for help.”
