the fune

t in force. The pews of the old stone church were filled with judges in their solemn robes, powerful partners from ev

and whispered about. He wasn't just the son-in-law; he was the protégé.

ption. The immense pressure of the conference.

tagged in a photo from the conference reception. He stood center stage, beaming, a glass of champagne in hi

ifer' s profile. There was a picture of her and Andrew, heads close together, laughing

ent from Andrew: "Couldn't have done i

e to me. He had time to "like" a photo, to post about his success, but not to answer a single

looked back at the years of waiting up for him, of canceling my plans for his, of making myself smaller so his ambition could have mor

dwick, my best fri

e cracking. "It's over.

cut through the static. "I told you this day would come. I've had