Daisy

“Your brother is good,” he said.

“Don’t tell him that,” I said. “He’ll be unbearable.”

Norman smiled.

I reached over and took his hand.

He turned it over and laced his fingers through mine, and we sat like that while Michael ran a board meeting on the other side of the glass wall like he had been doing it his whole life.

***

That Tuesday morning was bright and unhurried.

I had canceled everything the night before — my meetings, my calls, my entire day — and hadn’t thought twice about it. We had nowhere to be and nothing to prove, and the whole morning stretched out ahead of...