#Chapter 217: A Ring Is A Symbol

Frank sat down in the empty recliner across from the couch. His feet flat on the ground, his hands on his knees, he leaned forward, staring us down. “We’ve warned you about your grandfather as much as we could,” Frank said. “We knew it would be difficult for you, facing off against him on your own. We were determined to help you however we could, but didn’t know yet how we could.” Tammy returned into the room with a bubbling bottle of champagne and four glasses. After handing a glass to everyone, leaving her own on a side table, she filled them one by one starting with Logan and me. After filling Frank’s glass and then her own, Frank spoke again. “Tammy. The binder.” Tammy startled so much, she nearly dropped the bottle. Slowly, she lowered it down. “Are you certain, Frank?” “We’ve been keeping it for a reason, love. The time is now.” Tammy left the bottle of champagne on the end table and disappeared again, this time down the hallway and into one of the bedrooms. “We’d