trespassing.”
There it was. The framework I had grown up inside without ever quite being able to name it. I was not a person. I was a portfolio. My life was a ledger entry that had finally matured.
“You didn’t invest in me,” I said. “You survived me. I survived you. That’s the whole of it.”
“We didn’t come to fight,” he said.
“No,” I said. “You came to continue reading …