Spring came the way it always came in that city, late and wet, with daffodils in the park and the windows of the office building streaming with rain. The foundation had survived the winter. It was smaller. Three directors had resigned rather than be part of a scandal, and two donors had asked for their money back, and I had repaid every cent of the misused funds from the foundation's reserves, which meant the scholarship fund would give fewer grants that year.
But it was honest. And the donors who stayed, the Ruths of the world, gave more than before, because they had watched a woman stand up at a board table and tell the truth.
The separation agreement was final in April. Daniel had asked for nothing, which surprised me until I understood that he was afraid. If he contested, the auditor
