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Quiet. The dangerous kind. 2 months before the IPO, Paige texted me.

First time in 9 years. The message arrived at 2:17 on a Thursday afternoon. “Hey, just thinking about you.”

“How are the kids?” Six words, nine years, and “How are the kids?” As if she had been asking regularly, as if this was a continuation of something instead of a resurrection.continue reading …