My Wife Woke in a Hospital Bed, Saw the Tattoo I’d Hidden for Four Years, and Instead of Asking Me to Make Them Disappear, She Said the Six Words That Set Me Free: “No Bodies. Ruin Them in the Light.”

But I have come to understand him better in death than I did in life, through the shape of the choice he made, and I have come to respect him enormously.

Because he knew his family.

A man does not build a company and an estate over a lifetime without learning to read the people around his own table, and he had read his wife and his younger children with clear eyes and left his life’s work, deliberately and specifically, to the one child he trusted to steward it rather than strip it.

That will was not carelessness, and it was not favoritism, whatever Rosalind chose to call it.