“He built his life on your father’s work,” I said.

I gathered the three stacks of paper.

I squared the edges together against the table.

I had spent years staying in the background, wanting Aaron to feel powerful, wanting him to be the brilliant man I thought I had married.

I slid the assembled pages into a thick manila envelope.

“Daniel, send a notice to all board members,” I said.

“Tell them to gather in the executive boardroom at eight tomorrow morning for a mandatory emergency session.”