Chapter Thirty-Two

I put the cash back in the wallet and then I handed it to Brett.

“What?”

“I don’t want his money,” I said. “Return it to him with all the cards. Even that Louis Vuitton wallet was a gift from him. I don’t want it.”

“Dude?”

“Do it, Brett. Or take the money and put it to good use. Either way, tell him what you did. I want him to know I didn’t take any cash from him. He no longer has a kid. I no longer have a father.”

Brett stared at me for a long moment. I could see frustration in his eyes and then some sadness. I could tell that his heart was breaking for me.

I gave him a reassuring smile. “I’m okay, Brett. I’m Ken Clarke!” I wanted to convince myself about the same thing.

Brett heaved a sigh. “How are you going to support yourself?”

“I have saved a little money.”

“Isabella’s life insurance? I thought you were saving that for after college, to put up your own practice.”

“I’m not even sure I’ll be practicing this profession, Brett,” I told him honestly. “I did it for Jen. But now, she’s