He sat with his wife’s photo, waiting for a son who had already boarded without him

eyes carried that frantic sheen of a man who had spent the last 48 hours losing control of a kingdom he never truly ruled.

— Fiorina, — he said, forcing a breath. — We need to talk.

There was a time when those words would have tightened my chest. Made my heart race. Made me shrink. Not today.

— I don’t think we do, — I replied calmly.

He pushed the door continue reading …