“We’re meeting with the Capellos at 7,” Dad said.

I looked up from my phone to the nonchalance on his face. We’d spent the entire morning scheduling meetings with potential buyers, and pickups with suppliers.

It wasn’t as if I needed a reminder about tonight. I’d been dreading it all week. “I’m not looking forward to this,” I said.

Dad didn’t look up from his phone when he said, “You’ll get over it. It’s better to deal with it now.”

I stood ...