Chapter 9 - Handcuffs in the Snow
Outside the gates of the estate, news vans and reporters were already gathering. The arrest of a prominent billionaire's son during a high-society Christmas gala was the kind of scandal that media outlets lived for.
I stood by the second-floor window, watching the scene unfold below.
Matthias was being escorted into the back of a federal transport vehicle. The snow was falling heavily now, coating his black tuxedo and disheveled hair.
He looked up at the house.
He saw me standing in the lighted window.
For a moment, our eyes met across the snowy lawn.
He looked pathetic. Small. Stripped of his money, his arrogance, and his illusions of grandeur.
He mouthed something through the frosted glass of the cruiser.
I'm sorry.
May you like
I didn't wave. I didn't cry.
I simply turned away from the window and closed the velvet curtains.
