Chapter Fifteen
HOLT“Wow! This house be bigger than a hotel, mon!” Ender exclaims a few hours later when our group walks through the large cherry wood cathedral doors at the front of our waterfront compound in Greenwich.
He stares open mouthed and wide eyed at the ivory-and-marble foyer, but Sylvie’s expression stays closed. As if she has resigned herself to living in a penal colony rather than a 10,000-square foot Mediterranean-style estate overlooking Indian Harbor.
And her expression doesn’t change when Wes says, “Dad made Melissa stay in one of the bedrooms upstairs, but I told him to give you guys the guest cottage!”
Ender, once again proving himself to be much more polite than my son, turns to me and says, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” I answer, my eyes pinned on Sylvie. But sh
