My Sons Laughed at the Faded Alaska Baggage Tag My Husband Left Me—Then It Led to a Fleet They Were Trying to Sell for $2.7 Million
I closed my eyes.
He had known them too well.
Michael would try to consolidate.
David would value.
Daniel would follow.
And me?
He expected me to protect the operation without taking revenge.
That was the part of his prediction I was determined to deserve.