“I really didn’t know,” he said again. “I thought everybody had the same process.”

“Did you never question why I was working at coffee shops and living with loans while you opened a practice in Uptown?”

He looked down.

“I thought you wanted to do things on your own.”

I nodded slowly.

“Of course you did. Because that interpretation cost you nothing.”

It wasn’t cruelty.

It was fact.

There is a difference.

Olivia’s reactions were more disorienting.

She began with shock, then drifted toward offense.

“This is insane,” she said at one point. “Why wouldn’t they tell us? Why would they make everything so weird?”

Us.

Even then, she instinctively placed herself inside the wound without first recognizing that she had been protected from its worst consequences.

“You didn’t live weird,” I said. “I did.”

She bristled.

“That’s not fair.”

No sentence in my family had ever exposed more than that one.

Fairness was always their preferred vocabulary when inequality finally became visible. The favored children learn early to call naming the imbalance unfair because the imbalance itself has become their normal.

I looked at Olivia and said, as gently as I could, “No. It wasn’t.”

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