But I had never once forgotten the truth of it, and more importantly, I had never signed the truth away.

When the moment came that his recklessness put the whole thing at risk, I did not save it out of sentiment.

I saved it and took my sixty-two percent in exchange, because a clear-eyed part of me had always known that the day would come when I would need to own, in law and on paper, the thing that everyone believed was his.

His name was on the door.