But I felt, for the first time in years, seen.

Chapter 13 — All You Have to Do Is Survive Them

“You are a mother,” Arthur said, “who fought for her child’s life with her bare hands, who cleaned floors at night and went hungry so a little boy could eat.

You have more integrity in your little finger than my two children have in their whole bodies.

I would rather leave three hundred million dollars in the care of a woman like that than in the care of anyone I have ever met in a boardroom.”

“But I do not know how,” I said.