When Eleanor Lost Access to Her Own Money, Everything Changed

room.

I did not feel proud exactly.

Pride is too polished.

I felt clean.

Like a window after years of fingerprints.

Afterward, Marcus found me near the cookie table.

“You really drove a car into a building?” he asked.

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“Cool.”

“No,” I said. “Not cool. Memorable, perhaps. But not cool.”

He considered that.

“Did it work?”

I looked across the continue reading …