Flynn had been living, his whole charmed public life, inside a castle that belonged to me — on my land, sheltering under my roof, trading on my name, financed on terms I had written.

He thought that taking my shares would leave me with nothing.

He did not understand that I was not a resident of his kingdom.

I was the ground it stood on.

And you cannot evict the ground.

I think about that phrase often, because there is a lesson buried in it that took me my whole marriage to learn, and it is not really about real estate.