By the second week I used the front doors.

People needed to see that the company was still standing and that I was not hiding in my own building.

The staff did not know what to do with their faces around me.

Some offered sympathy I had not asked for.

Some avoided my eyes, which I understood.

A few, the ones who had tried to warn me in careful language a year earlier, simply did their jobs with a steadiness I respected more than flowers.

I met with department heads one at a time.