This time, he stood up in the middle of a sentence, apologized to the board, and walked out, because he had promised to attend a five-year-old’s preschool holiday play.

He made no grand speech about his sacrifice, to the board or to anyone.

He simply left.

And he arrived at the little school, and he sat in the very back row where he would not intrude, and when his children’s ragged, off-key song was finished, he clapped as loudly as he could.

Leo saw him, from the stage.

That was all.

That was everything.