What would it mean, to take seventy-four million dollars and spend it making one already-lucky old woman more comfortable, while the room I had escaped stayed full of women exactly like me?

It would mean I had learned nothing.

It would mean the money had changed my address but not my soul.

And so I did the only thing that made any sense to me, which was to point the fortune not at my own escape but at the cold room itself, at the conditions, at the thing that had hurt me and was still, that very moment, hurting others.

Harrison built his empire by escaping his poverty at the cost of his daughter.