Standing in that corridor with the two numbers finally side by side, the guilt did not just lift.

It inverted.

I saw, all at once, that I had been apologizing for the cost of my own existence to a man who was quietly spending twice as much to keep another woman comfortable — and something that had been bent in me for years stood upright and did not bow again.

Chapter 7 — The Meeting Was Still Connected

Barrett reached for my arm.

“Come home with me.