FORTY FIVE

Ryder

For a very long time, it appeared to those who were looking in from the outside that I was the very best person in the entire world. I had accomplished everything I had planned to do when I was a scared-shitless nineteen-year-old kid who thought he only had one chance to make a life for himself and his baby daughter. I had believed that I only had one chance to provide a good life for my daughter. My name has always been associated with achievement. It gave people I cared about the opportunity to demonstrate what they were capable of doing. My youngest child was almost finished with college and would soon be able to succeed at anything she set her mind to. I had so much money that I didn't know what to do with it, and I had so many houses that I didn't know where to put myself. Even real friends, which were even more difficult to come by in this town than success, were on my side. In point of fact, they only cohabitated on occasion. I was aware that I should be confident because