“You arrived with three attorneys and asked the court to take the boys from their home.”
“I didn’t think it would become this serious.”
“It became serious because you made it serious.”
He exhaled.
“What do you want?”
“Honesty. With the court, with the boys, and with yourself.”
He hesitated.
“And what do you want from the company?”
There it was.
Not an apology.
Not a question about Nolan or Parker.
The company.
“I have not decided.”
“The board will panic if these records become public.”
“Then perhaps the board should learn how the company was really created.”
His voice softened.
“You sound different.”
“I am different.”
“No,” he said. “You sound like the woman I met before all of this.”
For a moment, I remembered the younger Gavin standing beside our first shuttle van, laughing in the rain because the passenger door would not close properly.
I remembered believing we were building one life together.
