to do.
That alone was enough. Because the truth was that his company had not been built on his own strength. It had been built on extensions, on assumptions, and on the quiet credibility of my legal work.
The Long Night and the Quiet Morning After
By midnight, Evan was standing outside my apartment building. I could see him on the small camera screen near my door, pacing back and forth on the sidewalk.
I did not let him in. There was nothing he could say that night that would
