“You can’t let them put this in the public minutes,” Spencer said, twisting his silver cuff links twice in quick succession.

“If the real estate press gets their hands on the fragmentation report, the commercial loans for the Hudson project will be pulled.”

“The loans are your problem, Spencer,” I said.

“We were married eleven years,” he said, moving closer and dropping his voice to an urgent murmur.

“You know what my mother is like.

She had the whole plan in motion before I’d even met Brielle.”

“You knew about your diagnosis five years ago,” I said, keeping my hands in my coat pockets.