Second Cup Holdings, LLC.
Most meetings happened by video call.
While Daniel and Renee were at work. While the kids were at school. At the little desk in the casita. With the door locked and the blinds closed.
The attorneys advised me to change nothing.
“Don’t buy anything,” Lorraine said. “Don’t move out. Don’t quit doing whatever you’re doing. Not until everything is secured. Not until you know what you want.”
“What do I want?” I said.
Lorraine looked at me through the screen.
“That’s what you need to figure out, Margaret,” she said. “Before anybody finds out you have forty-one million reasons to give them whatever they want.”
So I kept making lunches.
Kept driving the kids.
Kept folding laundry.
Kept cooking four nights a week.
Nobody suspected anything.
Why would they?
I was useful.
Useful people are invisible.
Then came the dinner.
For months, there had been hints.
