They left the office without another word.

In the elevator, the floor numbers descended, and with every floor Andrew seemed to move farther from a life he had thrown away without noticing he was throwing it.

Victoria cried quietly.

Charles made no effort to comfort her.

And when they reached the garage, Charles turned to his wife and said the thing he had been building toward for two weeks.

“We didn’t start losing everything when Whitmore stopped renewing our contracts.” “Then when?” Victoria asked.