“They called from the college where she studies. Mrs. Clifford felt ill and is in the infirmary. Should I ask a family member to handle it?”

“Family?” I grabbed my blazer from the chair, putting it on. “I’m her family now.”

As I left, Ingrid asked, “Mr. Clifford, what about the meeting? It’s in… twenty minutes.”

“Fuck the meeting.”

I took the private elevator, and when I got to the car, I told my driver, “Take me to my wife’s college. And be quick… very ...