Still influential.
But diminished.
A shadow of the man who once believed himself invincible.
Then came the invitation.
A charity gala.
Thirty years after the birth.
Thirty years after abandonment.
Thirty years after he disappeared.
I attended because one of my daughters was receiving an award.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
The ballroom sparkled with crystal chandeliers.
Donors mingled.
Executives exchanged business cards.
Politicians delivered speeches.
Then I saw him.
