Timothy Van Bender's idyllic life is completely overturned by the collapse of his million-dollar job and his wife's dramatic suicide. The two events appear to be completely unrelated, but Timothy begins to think otherwise.
We’re sitting in his study, that odd room built entirely of leather and wood – oak floors, bookshelves filled with calf-skin bindings, window shades with oak slats shut tight – a room that is somewhere between English gentleman’s club and New Jersey funeral parlour. Four days have passed since my...