I Paid for the Mafia House,He Made Me a Guest in It

When I listed the riverside marriage home—the one I'd put a $300K down payment on—on a resale site, the agent asked how I could bear to slash the price and take such a loss in such a hurry.

I tugged the corner of my mouth into something like a smile.

"Because of a cashmere throw."

Last night I worked into the small hours over the ledgers, and my stomach flared up. I broke into a cold sweat from the pain right there in the sitting room, so I went to push open the master bedroom door, just to lie down on the bed for a while.