I handled the filings because Adrian hated forms. I signed the first lease because the landlord trusted my steady job at the hospital administration office. I negotiated the first insurance policy during my lunch break. I tracked invoices at night while Adrian drove airport routes until dawn.
When the twins were born, I stepped back from public involvement because they needed me more than the company did. Or so I believed.
Adrian began calling himself founder. Then sole founder. Then self-made.
I let it pass, at first because it seemed harmless, later because correcting him in public felt like breaking something already fragile.
But when he told our sons I had contributed nothing, something inside me finally stopped protecting him.
Russell approached me during the recess with careful politeness.
“Mrs. Lane, are there additional documents we should know about?”
“Yes.”
