Carrow,” Adira interrupted, settling a thick black binder onto the table with an authoritative thud.

“Mrs.

Renwick is not here today as your spouse.

She is here in her capacity as a voting shareholder and as legal representative of the Renwick Family Trust.” I had taken my father’s name back.

It felt like putting on a coat I had left in a closet for fifteen years and finding it still fit.

The board — seven men and two women who had built this company alongside my father — sat in stony silence.