Institutional trustees I had never met, who had been waiting ten years for an instruction that most assumed would never come, opened files and picked up phones.

Filings went in.

Credit lines that Locke Global depended on for its very breath began, one by one, to close.

I want to be honest about what I felt, because it was not triumph, and anyone who tells this kind of story as triumph has never lived it.

What I felt, mostly, was a bottomless, aching tiredness, and underneath it, holding me up, a single clear certainty: that I was doing the only thing a mother in my position could do.

Flynn had not merely betrayed me.