Linsy’s gaze, usually so carefully composed, was now a stark, unyielding contrast of dark pupil and light iris, filled with a stubborn resolve Michael had never seen directed at him with such unwavering intensity. This was a different Linsy, one stripped of the accommodating wife and the efficient secretary, leaving only a core of raw, determined will.

"I will go to the courthouse with you next Wednesday to file," Michael stated, his voice a cold, flat decree, as if he were scheduling a board ...