The footsteps stopped outside the conference room door.Nobody moved."Dad," Emma said, low, urgent. "Sit down. Whoever it is, we handle it together."The door opened.Renshaw stood there first, breathing hard. Behind him, moving slower, one hand braced against the frame, was Theodore.Ninety-four years old, and he'd insisted on the stairs himself."He wouldn't let me leave him in the car," Renshaw said, guiding him to the nearest chair. "I tried.""I've spent seventy years being left in cars," Theodore said, lowering himself down with effort. "Metaphorically. I'm done with it."Ethan pulled a second chair close, and Theodore waved off the concern in it with a tired flick of his hand. "I'm old, not made of glass. Sit down, all of you. This will take longer standing up."Richard knelt beside him without thinking, old instinct pulling him there faster than caution could catch up. "You didn't need to come.""I did," Theodore said. "Because whatever my grandson is about to tell you, he's
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