“Don’t warn her about documents she may still be able to destroy.”

I told Dana about the off-book contracts.

She suggested that we preserve records through counsel and speak with an attorney specializing in business crimes.

No promises about immunity, no shortcuts.

That evening, alone at home, I opened the photograph Tiffany had insisted I frame after our engagement.

We stood on a yacht, smiling into the sun.

Behind us was Walter, blurred by the photographer’s shallow focus.

I couldn’t stop staring at how relaxed all three of us looked.