I was about to get lower than my dignity would allow, and it pained me so deeply, but I was out of options, and there was nothing I could do. I had no other options left.

Last night, I stayed up all night thinking. I looked past my stupid reason for why I had to do what I was about to do. I realised that I wasn’t desperate to save my marriage because of pride, like I originally thought, but I was desperate to save my father’s dream and legacy.

Atticus has managerial rights over my ...