The Photograph That Led Me to My Twins—and the Letters My Mother Hid for Three Years
Civil recovery actions began where counsel believed the evidence supported them.
I stopped promising that every dollar would be recovered or every person would go to prison.
Justice, I learned, required more than a dramatic accusation at a boardroom table.
The foundations received independent oversight and published clearer reports about where their money went.
I no longer treated them as family ornaments used to polish our reputation.
They had communities to serve, people whose needs had been ignored while senior figures moved money around private ledgers.
One evening Raymond told me that a new director had complained I was becoming soft.