There was a specific loneliness to it that I have never been able to fully describe — the loneliness of making every single decision about three small lives entirely alone, with no one to turn to in the dark and ask am I doing this right, no second adult to catch what I missed.

I built the company one exhausted stitch at a time, yes.

But I also built three children the same way, and the company was the easier of the two, and I am prouder of the harder one.

Whatever Grayson thought he had discarded, he had no idea of the size of the thing I made out of what he left behind.

Chapter 5 — The Limousine