Seven months after our divorce, I rushed into St. Jude’s Children’s and Women’s Hospital, still angry at my ex-wife, only to learn that she had just given birth to twin boys, and both of them were mine. Before the night was over, a nurse would place a brass key in my hand and tell me to use it before my own family arrived. And what was waiting for me beyond that was even more shocking.

Evelyn’s sharp eyes softened with real warmth.

“Then make sure you keep those commitments without making grand promises you can’t keep,” she advised gently.

I gave her a firm nod.

“What exactly should I do about the morning transition meeting?” I asked.

“Your father fully expects you to storm into that boardroom in a wild rage,” Evelyn observed.

“Why would he expect that from me?” I asked.

“Because angry, volatile people are remarkably easy to discredit in front of a board of directors,” she explained smoothly.