I was Chairwoman of the Board of Renwick Logistics — the company that carried my father’s name, and now mine.

I did not take the chair to spite Conrad, and I want that understood, because it would be an easy story to tell and it would be false.

I took it because it turned out I was good at it, which was its own quiet astonishment.

For fifteen years I had been told, in a thousand small ways, that the business was Conrad’s world and I was decorative to it — that I had married into competence rather than possessing any of my own.

I had half believed it.

And then, handed the actual work, I discovered that I understood this company in my bones, the way you understand a house you grew up in.