At two in the morning, I found a sentence I could not explain away.<\/p>\n
It sat halfway down a technical note, beneath language about succession and administrative efficiency. The new share class would preserve substantially equivalent financial participation while limiting direct voting authority.<\/p>\n
I read the sentence again.<\/p>\n
Then I wrote beside it: Who gets the vote?<\/p>\n
My handwriting looked strange on the printed page.<\/p>\n
Usually I marked documents with dates, figures, or questions about implementation. This question was simpler. It was also the one the packet seemed determined to answer without drawing attention to itself.<\/p>\n
Grant and the executive trust.<\/p>\n
That was where the lines led.<\/p>\n
I went back through the chart, following each arrow with the end of a pen. The structure was not impossible to understand. It was simply layered enough that someone could discuss taxes, dividends, and continuity for twenty minutes before mentioning the right I would lose.<\/p>\n
The refrigerator hummed.<\/p>\n
A car passed outside.<\/p>\n
Rosie lifted her head when I shifted in the chair, then put it back on my foot.<\/p>\n
I had not eaten since lunch.<\/p>\n
There was bread in the kitchen and soup in the refrigerator, but I could not imagine swallowing either. I drank water from a glass I kept forgetting to refill.<\/p>\n
Every few pages, my mind returned to the lobby.<\/p>\n
Grant\u2019s knee touching the platform.<\/p>\n
Vanessa\u2019s hands around his face.<\/p>\n
The cheering.<\/p>\n
Then I would look down at the proposed trust and understand that the afternoon might not have been the beginning of anything.<\/p>\n
It might have been the moment two plans overlapped where I could finally see them.<\/p>\n
Mara had taught me years earlier to distinguish what a document claimed to accomplish from what it actually changed.<\/p>\n
A page could say simplification and still transfer authority.<\/p>\n
It could say protection and protect the person who drafted it.<\/p>\n
I remembered that lesson clearly because I had once repeated it to a young manager who wanted to sign a vendor renewal without checking the revised terms.<\/p>\n
Now I was applying it to papers my husband might have placed beside the dinner plates.<\/p>\n
Around four, I found the signature requirements.<\/p>\n
My consent was essential.<\/p>\n
That fact offered relief and made me sick in equal measure.<\/p>\n
They could not simply take the vote.<\/p>\n
They had to persuade me to hand it over.<\/p>\n
I went upstairs near dawn, washed my face, and changed into clothes that did not look as though I had spent the night at a kitchen table.<\/p>\n
Grant had not come home.<\/p>\n
His side of the bed remained untouched.<\/p>\n
I stood in the doorway longer than I should have. The absence was familiar in a way that hurt. He traveled often, stayed late, and occasionally slept near a client site rather than driving back.<\/p>\n
For years, I had treated an empty side of the bed as evidence that he was working hard.<\/p>\n
Now I did not know what it meant.<\/p>\n
Mara arrived at seven thirty carrying two coffees.<\/p>\n
She took one look at the papers spread across the table and asked, \u201cHow much sleep?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEnough to know I didn\u2019t get enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
She removed her coat.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood. You can still answer a question.\u201d<\/p>\n
I tried to smile.<\/p>\n
She sat, arranged the pages in order, and began reading.<\/p>\n
Mara was not theatrical. She did not gasp, mutter threats, or tell me we would destroy anyone. She circled provisions, compared definitions, and made notes on a yellow pad.<\/p>\n
That steadiness helped more than outrage would have.<\/p>\n
I watched her turn twenty pages without speaking.<\/p>\n
Finally she removed her glasses.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis was prepared with care.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds like praise.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt isn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan he do it without me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot in the form proposed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould another route get him there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere are corporate mechanisms that can change structures. They still require the applicable approvals and compliance with your governing documents. He cannot treat your consent as a detail.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want every route checked.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe will.\u201d<\/p>\n
She tapped the signature page.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor now, nothing gets signed because he calls it housekeeping.\u201d<\/p>\n
I told her about the bank meeting.<\/p>\n
She already knew. Simon had sent the relevant covenant language before sunrise.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do I say?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe truth.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat seems to be causing trouble lately.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen say it slowly.\u201d<\/p>\n
We drove to Dallas separately.<\/p>\n
I needed a little time alone, though being alone in the car proved less helpful than I expected. At every traffic light I thought of something I should have noticed during the last year.<\/p>\n
Grant taking calls outside.<\/p>\n
Vanessa\u2019s name appearing in conversations about subjects she did not oversee.<\/p>\n
His impatience when I asked whether we could have dinner without discussing expansion.<\/p>\n
Any one of those things could have been innocent.<\/p>\n
I refused to turn twenty-two years into a list of clues just because I knew the outcome.<\/p>\n
But I also refused to keep explaining away what I had seen.<\/p>\n
Simon met us in the bank lobby.<\/p>\n
He held a thin folder, not the blue one.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe have a proposal for continuity,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGrant is upstairs.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had expected that.<\/p>\n
Hearing it still made my stomach tighten.<\/p>\n
The elevator was bright and overcooled. Financial news played on a small screen. A presenter discussed market confidence while Mara checked a message and Simon studied the floor indicator.<\/p>\n
Nobody mentioned the proposal.<\/p>\n
When the conference-room door opened, Grant stood so abruptly that his chair rolled backward.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat have you done?\u201d<\/p>\n
That was his greeting.<\/p>\n
Not where had I been.<\/p>\n
Not was I all right.<\/p>\n
Not an attempt to acknowledge the flowers I had brought to his office.<\/p>\n
Mara set her briefcase beside a chair.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood morning.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grant ignored her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou restricted our accounts.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI restricted unusual withdrawals.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou revoked my authority.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe authority attached to my shares.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWithout talking to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou asked another woman to marry you in front of the company.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face changed.<\/p>\n
For the first time since entering, he looked at the other people in the room.<\/p>\n
There were two bank representatives at the table. Allison Mercer, who managed Redstone\u2019s commercial relationship, sat at the head. She did not appear surprised by the exchange.<\/p>\n
Grant lowered his voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou weren\u2019t supposed to come in.\u201d<\/p>\n
I let the sentence settle.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo that was the problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t what I said.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is exactly what you said.\u201d<\/p>\n
He pressed his fingers against the back of a chair.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe cannot discuss this here.\u201d<\/p>\n
Allison opened her folder.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen let us discuss Redstone.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grant sat.<\/p>\n
I chose the chair across from him.<\/p>\n
His wedding ring was still on his hand.<\/p>\n
I noticed it because he kept turning it against the table edge.<\/p>\n
Allison began with the company\u2019s financial position. Redstone was sound. The issue was whether the change in voting authority would disrupt management or create uncertainty about access to core assets.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe revocation itself is not a default,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
Grant leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen there is no reason to involve the bank in a domestic disagreement.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe governance review is required by the agreement.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI remain chief executive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe operational authority is mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
Allison looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cOperational authority does not erase the controlling shareholder\u2019s rights.\u201d<\/p>\n
He glanced at Simon.<\/p>\n
Simon did not rescue him.<\/p>\n
I had watched Grant use that glance before. In meetings, it often brought an explanation from someone who knew what he wanted the room to hear.<\/p>\n
This time Simon kept his hands on the folder.<\/p>\n
Allison continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need confirmation that the board recognizes the current voting structure and that management will operate under a credible continuity plan.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grant turned toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell them this is temporary.\u201d<\/p>\n
I studied his face.<\/p>\n
He looked tired. There was stubble along his jaw. His shirt collar sat slightly crooked, and I had an absurd urge to straighten it.<\/p>\n
I kept my hands in my lap.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does the bank need to protect payroll?\u201d I asked Allison.<\/p>\n
Grant looked offended by the question.<\/p>\n
Allison answered directly.<\/p>\n
Written board confirmation. An interim governance plan. No unilateral disposal or encumbrance of core company assets. Clear responsibility for financial approvals.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe can provide those,\u201d Simon said.<\/p>\n
\u201cI support that,\u201d I added.<\/p>\n
Grant\u2019s fingers stopped moving.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you are helping them now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m protecting Redstone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou created the uncertainty.\u201d<\/p>\n
Simon looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe ownership structure existed yesterday morning,\u201d he said. \u201cClaire has changed who exercises her rights.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grant stared at him.<\/p>\n
Simon continued, \u201cThat distinction belongs in the record.\u201d<\/p>\n
It was the first time I had heard him correct Grant without cushioning the correction.<\/p>\n
Allison made a note.<\/p>\n
I breathed more easily.<\/p>\n
Not because Grant was being challenged, but because someone else was describing reality accurately without asking me to make it comfortable.<\/p>\n
The bank gave us forty-eight hours to provide the requested plan.<\/p>\n
The credit line would remain available during that period, provided Redstone continued normal operations and supplied the information promptly.<\/p>\n
There would be an emergency board meeting on Friday.<\/p>\n
Simon confirmed payroll timing and fuel obligations. Allison asked specific questions about approvals. Mara clarified that restoring my voting authority did not mean I intended to direct individual transactions from my kitchen.<\/p>\n
I almost laughed at that.<\/p>\n
Grant did not.<\/p>\n
He spent the rest of the meeting sitting very still.<\/p>\n
Outside the conference room, he caught up with me.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire, five minutes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mara paused beside the elevator.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot here,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou keep saying that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said it first.\u201d<\/p>\n
His mouth tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is becoming much bigger than it needs to be.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat size did you expect?\u201d<\/p>\n
He glanced toward Simon, who had stopped several feet away.<\/p>\n
\u201cI made a mistake.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou arranged a proposal.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is not what I meant.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen be precise.\u201d<\/p>\n
For a moment, he looked almost angry that I had asked.<\/p>\n
The elevator arrived.<\/p>\n
Mara stepped inside with me.<\/p>\n
Grant stayed in the hallway.<\/p>\n
Before the doors closed, he said, \u201cYou are letting lawyers turn this into a war.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did not answer.<\/p>\n
In the parking garage, Mara handed me an email she had printed at the bank.<\/p>\n
\u201cI asked for preservation of all Project Meridian records.\u201d<\/p>\n
I read the header.<\/p>\n
Vanessa had sent it to Grant eleven days earlier.<\/p>\n
The language was not dramatic. That made it worse.<\/p>\n
She asked whether I still expected the estate-planning packet the following week. She wanted my signature before the board retreat. After the conversion, she wrote, the remaining steps would be easier.<\/p>\n
Grant\u2019s response came six minutes later.<\/p>\n
He said I trusted him.<\/p>\n
He said he would take care of it at home.<\/p>\n
I read the exchange three times.<\/p>\n
There was no need to infer his understanding. He had written it.<\/p>\n
My trust was not an unfortunate complication in their plan.<\/p>\n
It was how he intended to complete it.<\/p>\n
Mara touched my sleeve.<\/p>\n
\u201cSit down before you drive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m all right.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can be all right in a chair.\u201d<\/p>\n
We stood beside her car for a moment.<\/p>\n
I looked at the concrete floor because looking at the email again seemed unbearable.<\/p>\n
\u201cI keep remembering the stove,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEvery time he asked me to sign something while I was cooking. The pan needed attention. Someone needed a ride. His mother would call.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mara waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe knew exactly when I would be grateful for a short explanation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat does not make you responsible for a misleading one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKnow it more than once.\u201d<\/p>\n
I folded the printout.<\/p>\n
On the drive home, I passed the exit for our first warehouse.<\/p>\n
The building was still there, though Redstone no longer occupied it. I had not driven past in years.<\/p>\n
I remembered the loading dock, the bad carpet, and the winter morning our office heater failed. Grant and I had worn coats at our folding desks and argued over whether we could afford a space heater before a customer payment cleared.<\/p>\n
There had been no audience then.<\/p>\n
No one applauded when we stayed late.<\/p>\n
The work had belonged to both of us.<\/p>\n
Somewhere along the way, he had begun treating my absence from the office as proof that I had never done it.<\/p>\n
At home, Noah\u2019s backpack lay on the kitchen floor.<\/p>\n
He sat at the counter with a bag of pretzels. Broken pieces were arranged in a little pile near his elbow.<\/p>\n
He looked nineteen and twelve at the same time.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad called,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought he might.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said you were trying to take the company.\u201d<\/p>\n
I filled a glass with water.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he tell you about Vanessa?\u201d<\/p>\n
Noah stared at the counter.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat things were complicated.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pulled out the chair beside him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey are. But some parts are simple.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you getting divorced?\u201d<\/p>\n
The question came out quickly, as though he had been holding it for hours.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t have every answer yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
I did not want to lie.<\/p>\n
\u201cI cannot imagine staying married to him after what I saw.\u201d<\/p>\n
Noah nodded once.<\/p>\n
He broke another pretzel.<\/p>\n
For years, I had told my children that adults sometimes needed time to make decisions. Now I understood how unsatisfying that sounded to the people waiting for those decisions to change their lives.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you want to see something?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
He shrugged.<\/p>\n
I brought the old photo album from the cabinet near the fireplace.<\/p>\n
The first picture showed Grant and me in the Richardson warehouse. We were twenty-four, standing beside folding tables with mugs in our hands. The company sign was crooked.<\/p>\n
Noah looked at it.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou look younger than me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot quite.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad looks weird.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe thought that tie made us look established.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
A little of the tension left his shoulders.<\/p>\n
I turned the page.<\/p>\n
There was our first truck, parked with its door open. I had taken the photograph after we brought it home, if a leased warehouse could be called home.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho bought that?\u201d Noah asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cI did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith company money?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith the proceeds from the property my grandmother left me.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked back at the photograph.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere are quite a few things you don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad said he built Redstone because nobody would give him a chance.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe worked hard.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut so did you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I said it without softening.<\/p>\n
That felt unfamiliar.<\/p>\n
The next pages held company barbecues, Christmas gatherings, drivers with children on their shoulders, and a much younger Simon wearing a shirt he would now deny owning.<\/p>\n
Noah stopped at a photograph of me behind a desk.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat were you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPayroll.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought you worked at the foundation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat came later.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else did you do?\u201d<\/p>\n
I told him.<\/p>\n
Hiring. Safety manuals. Customer complaints. Fuel negotiations. Bookkeeping. Insurance renewals. The endless small decisions that never became a speech but kept the company functioning.<\/p>\n
He listened without interrupting.<\/p>\n
Finally he asked, \u201cWhy didn\u2019t you tell us?\u201d<\/p>\n
I traced the edge of a photograph.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I thought we were hearing the same story.\u201d<\/p>\n
He did not answer.<\/p>\n
The front door opened.<\/p>\n
Sophie came in carrying her violin case. She stopped when she saw the album between us.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs everyone doing the thing where we pretend nothing happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood. It\u2019s exhausting.\u201d<\/p>\n
She placed the case against the wall and sat on my other side.<\/p>\n
At seventeen, she had less patience than Noah for adult explanations that sounded designed to postpone facts.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you really bring flowers?\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
Her face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked away.<\/p>\n
That was the first time anyone had spoken about the flowers as though they mattered.<\/p>\n
Not the proxies.<\/p>\n
Not the bank.<\/p>\n
Not Grant\u2019s future.<\/p>\n
The flowers.<\/p>\n
Sophie put her hand on my wrist.<\/p>\n
We sat there until Rosie came looking for dinner.<\/p>\n
I fed the dog, heated soup, and watched my children move around the kitchen carefully, trying not to make anything worse.<\/p>\n
I wanted to tell them they could be ordinary.<\/p>\n
I also wanted to lie down on the floor.<\/p>\n
We managed dinner.<\/p>\n
Noah asked whether payroll would be affected. I explained the bank\u2019s position.<\/p>\n
Sophie asked whether Grant was coming home.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t think so tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes he still get to?\u201d<\/p>\n
That was a more difficult question.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere are practical things we need to work out.\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded, displeased but willing to wait.<\/p>\n
Later, Grant called.<\/p>\n
I answered because silence could not be the only way I handled a father my children still needed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have made your point,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
I looked at the kitchen table.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat point?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat you\u2019re angry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI am not doing this to demonstrate anger.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what are you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaking sure I understand decisions that concern me.\u201d<\/p>\n
He exhaled.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire, Vanessa and I\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not discussing her tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe have to discuss her eventually.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes. But first I want an answer about Project Meridian.\u201d<\/p>\n
The pause was brief.<\/p>\n
It was still too long.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWere you planning to ask me to sign the conversion?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was a standard restructuring proposal.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWere you going to call it estate planning?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere were estate considerations.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWere you going to explain that I would lose most of my voting authority?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou would have had the documents.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is not the same thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
He became impatient.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have not been involved in day-to-day operations for years.\u201d<\/p>\n
I held the phone farther from my ear.<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
The reason he had used to justify the plan was also the result of the arrangement he had encouraged.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou asked me to step away.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe decided that together.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said the children needed me. You said your father needed help. You said the foundation needed someone who understood people.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd those things were true.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo why are you using them now as evidence that I shouldn\u2019t have a voice?\u201d<\/p>\n
He said nothing.<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
Finally he said, \u201cLeadership cannot work when everything requires two conversations.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen you should have had one honest conversation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou would have refused.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPerhaps.\u201d<\/p>\n
He let out a short, bitter laugh.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou see?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d I said. \u201cI do.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer seemed to confuse him.<\/p>\n
My refusal had become something he believed entitled him to avoid asking.<\/p>\n
Mara sent a message while he was still speaking.<\/p>\n
There was an attachment.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have to go,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire, we are not finished.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I ended the call.<\/p>\n
The photograph showed another working document.<\/p>\n
It described a founder-equity transition.<\/p>\n
Below my name was a note explaining that I would probably sign if the packet was presented as estate planning. Governance language, it suggested, should not lead the first discussion.<\/p>\n
I set the phone down.<\/p>\n
For several seconds, I could not touch it again.<\/p>\n
Grant had not simply counted on affection.<\/p>\n
Someone had written instructions for using it.<\/p>\n
The next morning I took a clean notebook from the drawer and wrote three questions on the first page.<\/p>\n
Who drafted the structure?<\/p>\n
Who approved the explanation?<\/p>\n
What else had been handled without disclosure?<\/p>\n
I did not write Vanessa\u2019s name first.<\/p>\n
I wrote Grant\u2019s.<\/p>\n
He was the person who knew what my trust meant. He was the person who had promised to respect it. Whatever Vanessa had encouraged, she had not spent twenty-two years learning which ordinary moments made me lower my guard.<\/p>\n
I put the notebook beside Mara\u2019s file.<\/p>\n
Then I returned the Paris envelope to the overnight bag.<\/p>\n
I would not need it at Redstone.<\/p>\n
What I needed was the record.<\/p>\n
END PART 2<\/p>\n