again, and I began mentoring young women launching their first companies.
One spring afternoon, I discovered the old grocery list Vanessa’s mother had written on the day they moved in.
Diapers.
Formula.
Organic vegetables.
Coffee.
At the bottom were four words written in Daniel’s handwriting:
Make Claire pick these up.
I looked at the note for a few seconds.
Then I laughed.
I carried it over to the fireplace and let it fall into the flames.
The edges of the paper curled and darkened.
My phone vibrated with an email
