The storm was dwindling, and this would probably be their last night together. “You’re right,” she said softly. “It is all mine. But in the last two years I’ve learned that what counts are the people you have around you. Money isn’t important.” “It is if you don’t have it,” he returned bitterly, thinking about the years he’d spent struggling to get the estate into shape and restore his home, delaying his marriage and family plans. “I’d trade it all—every bit of it,” she whispered, “to have my parents again.”
