room to zoom in on.
“This check represents twenty-five million dollars. Every single liquid asset I have, pulled from the frozen accounts and dissolved trusts. As of this morning, my will has been rewritten, and my estate has been irrevocably transferred.”
For a fleeting, desperate second, Eleanor looked up, a glimmer of delusional hope in her tear-filled eyes.
“I am donating it entirely to the Westside Children’s Foundation,” I declared. “Because they are the only children in this city who actually understand the value of a father.”
No one spoke. No one clapped. The magnitude of the destruction was too vast.
I placed the check on the podium, turned my back on my weeping wife, my betraying son, the fraudulent bride, and the ruined priest. I walked down the steps and strode up the center aisle. The crowd parted for me like the Red Sea, their faces a mix of