face, gave a statement, and then slept for nearly twelve hours.
By Monday morning, Mercer BuildCo’s bank had suspended further draws from its credit facility while it conducted a review.
My escrow agent returned the four hundred thousand dollars to my account.
Two investors called for an emergency meeting.
Daniel sent me forty-three messages.
The first said, “I’m sorry.”
The tenth said, “You ruined me.”
The final one said, “If you loved me, you’d fix this.”
I responded only once.
“You hit me because I said no. Everything after that
