“Nathan built it,” I said. “You just signed the checks with money that belonged to my family.”

I walked over to the laminate counter and laid the blue binder down beside his keys.

“What is that?” he asked.

“It is your consent to the restructuring,” I said. “You sign it, and the company agrees not to sue you for the recovery of the offshore funds.”

“I don’t have any offshore funds left,” he whispered. “Brooke took the accounts in Nassau.”

“I know,” I said. “She settled with us yesterday morning.”

He let out a dry, rattling laugh that turned into a cough.

“Brooke was smarter than you thought,” I said. “She kept every email you ever sent her on the corporate server.”

Victor stood up slowly, his knees cracking in the quiet room.

He walked over to the window and looked out at the rain.

“I have eighty-four dollars in my pocket, Claire,” he said.

“That is eighty-four dollars more than you deserve,” I said.

“We were happy once,” he said, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “In Seattle, before the first public offering.”