Mabel did not answer right away.

But the thing that shifted in her, standing there, was profound and permanent.

Months earlier, she would have read what he had done as a high-handed corporate maneuver, a rich man rearranging the board to get the piece he wanted.

Now she recognized it, at last, for what it actually was, and it was the one thing she had asked him for and never expected to receive.

It was consistency.

It was a man proving, with irreversible structural facts rather than with words, that he knew how to stay.