Except for the factual reality that the first two critical years had not been his doing at all, at least not financially.

I was the one who had written every single check to keep the doors open.

“I suppose she really did know me better than I knew myself,” I murmured.

Samantha offered a faint, understanding smile.

“She certainly did.”

She then pulled a fresh folder from the archive box.

“Now, this document right here is what officially triggered the automatic title review.”

Inside was a high-quality photocopy of a commercial loan application.