Chapter 11
Carter
After Ridley went to her room, my heart plummeted.
All my life, I'd avoided women who only spoke about money. I grew up with my mother, which was enough for a lifetime. In the end, I’d broken up with Dora because she’d always mentioned how much money she didn’t have like that was an obsession, being poor.
Yet, at the funeral, I was pricked. One was Ridley discussing money as she hit on an old wound, but I hadn’t expected that she hadn’t read the prenup. She had every right to question, but my stomach tightened. Discussion of money prickled my skin like money was the only reason to care about me. I knew that was a stupid thought and it wasn’t what happened.
And the bigger issue was that Bernie was dead. I swallowed and the silence in the air didn’t ease me.
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