When she saw me step out, she turned away from her lawyer and took four quick steps across the slate.

“Vivian,” she said, her voice sinking beneath the rustle of the wind.

She looked down at my hands, which held nothing but my coat belt.

“The board meeting is on pause,” she said.

“We have twenty minutes before the press office puts out a quarterly statement.”

“Nora’s already drafting the confirmation,” I said.

“I’m asking you as a mother,” Rosalind said.

She tapped her index fingernail twice on the leather handle of her handbag.