My mind was very quiet.

Some cooler, older part of me had stepped forward and taken the controls, the same part that takes over when a client’s ceiling is coming down and everyone else in the room is panicking, and it said, plainly: Don’t react.

Gather.

You will want the whole truth, not a fragment of it, and you will only get the whole truth if he doesn’t know you’re looking. So I bought the third seat, and then I put it out of my mind, and I went and salted a pot of water for pasta as though it were any Tuesday of our marriage.

So I surveyed.

Over dinner, Vaughan spoke beautifully about key investors and a brutal presentation and how tired he was, working so hard for his family.