The Atlanta condo, the freeze order, the divorce: that was me winning a case against one part of it. The other parts were still running while I was buying a rooftop apartment in San Francisco and telling a story about a bank alert to four hundred people at a conference.

I have a list now. It’s on my desk.

Sixty-three names, with eleven of them marked undeliverable and four marked refused. Walter and Shirley Whitlock at the bottom, with a note about the eight-week calls from Gavin’s office.

Marcus Tiller in Charlotte, twelve hundred dollars, who has blocked everyone from Apex including his oldest friend.

I drove to Charlotte in September.

I want to describe it because it is the only piece of this that did not work and because I think that matters more than the ones that did.