The week before the gala, I did something I had never done before. I asked David a direct question and I waited for the answer.
We were at his apartment, and he was making coffee, and the morning light was coming through the window and making the whole kitchen look like something out of a magazine. It was the kind of morning I had been imagining since the day he proposed, the kind of morning I had told myself was worth any amount of awkward dinners and polite insults.
I sat down at the counter and said, "Did you know your mother is changing the foundation charter before the gala?"
He did not turn around. That was the first thing I noticed. He kept his back to me and poured the coffee and said, "It's a routine governance update. They do it every few years."
"Did you know it excludes me?
