My Dad Skipped My Wedding for a Golf Tournament. Three Years Later, My Hotel Chain Hit $110 Million. He Texted: “Family Dinner. Important Discussion.” I Showed Up With My Lawyer.

But it’s probably true.

I looked out the window at the city.

I know, I said.

I had always known this, which was part of what made it complicated, what made it something other than simple villainy. My father was not a monster. He was a man who had organized his life around his own comfort and called it normal, who had prioritized consistently and transparently continue reading …