Ethan
The email arrived from an unfamiliar address three days before our wedding, and Priya flagged it immediately given the timing, forwarding it to me with a brief note. This looks like it might be from Preston, though the sender address is disguised. Wanted you to see it before deciding how to handle it.
I opened it at my desk, half expecting some final, desperate attempt at leverage, and found instead something considerably more pathetic than threatening.
Ethan, the message read, I imagine you're surprised to hear from me, given everything. I won't pretend this is easy to write. Singapore fell through, as I imagine you've already heard. Every door in this industry seems to have closed to me at once, and I've had considerable time to sit with exactly why that happened. I'm not writin
