The Millionaire I Loved Like a Father Left Me Nothing — Then His Lawyer Came the Next Day

instincts.”

Another time, while we passed an empty brick building downtown, he tapped the car window.

“That used to be my first workshop.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“It’s wasted.”

“Most things are, when people forget what they’re for.”

He looked at me for a long time after I said that.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing,” he said. “Just remembering something.”

Later, he started continue reading …