feel victorious.
There were employees whose jobs depended on us.
Patents that needed protection.
Claims that required investigation.
Partners who needed reassurance.
Aaron’s authority was gone.
But saving the business was only beginning.
That evening, I returned home.
His belongings were still everywhere.
A watch on the dresser.
His jacket over a chair.
Photographs of us across the walls.
Four years.
Four years of dinners.
Trips.
Promises.
Arguments I ignored.
Apologies I accepted too easily.
I sat on the edge of the bed.
And finally cried.
All day, I had
