The next morning, Lynda woke to the familiar hum of Atlanta outside her single-pane apartment window. The modest space had grown on her not just because it is quiet, but because it lets her think without distraction. Here, she was out of sight from the press, sheltered from gossiping ex- friends, and removed from the unspoken comparisons of Marcus’s lavish circles. Of course, with that freedom came a certain weight. Today, her calendar was packed with meetings with the New York delegation, ...