Chapter 42 Chapter Forty-Two: Arrangement

WREN

The coffee spreads across the hardwood between us.

Neither of us moves to clean it up. It runs under the edge of the desk, around the leg of the chair, toward my socks. I watch it come.

"Put that down," my father says.

I don't.

"Wren. Put it down. Please."

"Sixty thousand dollars," I say....

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