Just doors that had always opened, no longer opening.

Ivan called me that afternoon, and for the first time in our marriage I heard actual fear in his voice, stripped of all its polish.

“The controlling shareholder at Ashworth just froze our whole supply chain,” he said, the words tumbling.

“Do you — do you know anything about this?”

On my lap sat a single sheet of corporate filing paper.

I read it again while he breathed panic into my ear.