It was the moment I understood that I did not need twelve people to agree with me before I could say no.
Months later, I found the wine-stained dinner napkin folded inside a box of Mark’s belongings.
He must have carried it home without noticing.
I held it for a moment, remembering Diane’s glass striking the table when she realized her plan had failed.
Then I threw it away.
The deed went back into the safe.
My name remained exactly where it had always been.
