summer wool suit. He’d never actually demanded the reorganization. I’d done it for him out of love, as I’d done so much else.
I knew his coffee order, the allergies of directors’ spouses, and which cuff links suited an investor dinner. I chose the tie that made him appear approachable, remembered birthdays in his family that he forgot, and sent flowers when his oldest client’s mother died. I’d maintained our home like a luxury hotel designed for one cherished visitor. Recently, the visitor scarcely came home.
His first overnight absence
