It is one thing to be robbed by your family.

It is another to see, in silver-foil-embossed black and white, the exact moment your mother chose to help.

Chapter 14 — The Fault Line

Something cracked open through the middle of my chest, and the last of my childhood affection fell into it.

They had not excluded me because I was an embarrassment.

They had excluded me because my presence would blow up their fraud.