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

— You weren’t wrong, — I replied. — You just miscalculated who replaced whom.

Confusion flickered in his eyes. He hadn’t heard about Adrian yet, or the conversations already shifting the industry around him.

— Graham, — I continued, voice steady. — You didn’t lose control because I left. You lost it because you never earned it.

He swallowed hard, as though continue reading …