Not Gallagher Enterprises. It flowed. There were sleek lines and soft colors. It was ivory and all those windows were like a thousand jewels under the sun. Something about it made me think of a woman. Not that it was feminine. Perhaps it was that Drake Gallagher— the man who’d designed the buildi...
Especially here. I’d avoid this place for the rest of my life, if I could. Really, there’s only one reason to come back. One reason…and one particular time of year. My father died just two days after his birthday. He’d been born sixty-two years ago, in this little village north of Boston. I was b...