My sister smiled just before my little daughter slipped into the hotel pool. When I tried to reach her, my father grabbed my arm and refused to let me go.
Margaret and I attended the meeting with my financial adviser, Nora Chen. My father sat at the head of the conference table, pale with anger. Mark sat beside him. Vanessa was absent; her attorney had advised her to avoid cameras, meetings, and basically all human contact.
The lead investor, a man named Stephen Lang, cleared his throat.continue reading …
