So were the secret transfers and the way he’d let his mother humiliate me at our table.

One afternoon, during a settlement meeting, Mark looked at me and said, “We were partners once.”

“We were,” I said.

“I thought you knew what I was trying to accomplish.”

“I knew what you told me.”

He stared at his hands.

“I never meant for it to end like this.”

“I don’t think you planned the ending,” I said.