FLYNN'S POV
The email from the Seattle group came in at 8:47 AM. Three paragraphs of careful language that meant one thing, No.
Harrison printed it and put it on my desk without a word. He didn't need to say anything. We'd both felt the room change three weeks ago, that shift when investors stop leaning in and start checking the time. I'd noticed it happening and just watched it go. I didn't adjust or try to do anything.
A month ago I would have pulled them back before they even knew they were drifting. Well I think that's because a month ago I wasn't sleeping on one side of a bed in a house where everything on the other side still smelled like the person who left. I hadn't lost my wife.
I put the email in the drawer face down and went back to my screen.
The week had been bad before
