Amie stared at me for a long moment, her mouth slightly open, as if her brain was still catching up to everything I had just said.
The noise of the bar seemed to fade into the background as she slowly processed it all. The clinking glasses, the low hum of conversations, the muffled music it all blurred into nothing.
Then she laughed.
Not a small laugh.
She leaned back against the bar and had to grip the counter to steady herself, her shoulders shaking as she tried to catch her breath.
"Wow," she finally said, wiping the corner of her eye. "Okay. Wow."
I frowned.
She straightened and pointed a finger at me. "So let me get this straight. You're telling me you have super rich brothers like, ridiculously rich—and one of them just casually gifted you an entire restaurant… and your reaction was to grab your kid and run away?"
I didn't answer. Because that was exactly what I did.
