At 3:17 a.m., I Thanked My Husband’s Mistress on Company Slack—Then a 2:41 Login Led to My Inheritance
I had allowed it to become less visible, even to myself.
At two, I sat in Douglas Palmer’s office.
We had been friends at law school.
He had gone on to build a substantial family-law practice in Maryland.
I had followed a different path, working with investments and family assets rather than building a litigation career.
He handed me coffee.
“No sugar.”
“You remember?”