I watched Sophia and Lucia choosing candy at a shop across the concourse.

“I never lied to you once, Bryce.

You just decided, for twelve years, that my life was never interesting enough to ask a single question about.”

“I paid for everything!”

“You paid for a portion of the groceries.”

“Adriana — ”

“Do you remember,” I said quietly, “all the times you told me I should be grateful, that without your money I’d have nothing?”

He didn’t answer.