HE GAVE MY PLACE TO HIS MISTRESS. OUR SON GAVE ME THE COMPANY

worthless.

Then the years accumulated the way snow gathered on a roof—quietly, beautifully, until the structure beneath could no longer move.

Graham approached me.

“You helped at the beginning,” he said. “Do not confuse that with building what exists now.”

“I wrote the foundational code.”

“You wrote an early framework.”

“I designed the autonomous decision continue reading …