Thirteen of them.

Each one a piece of a company Aaron believed he had built from nothing.

The blue paper felt dry under my fingers, the way old things do when they have been left alone in the dark.

“He’s already planning the gala,” Robert said from the doorway.

“Friday night.

He wants the board to see you two together.”

“Then he’ll see us together.”

“At the board table or at the party?”