I had been respected for it.

And I had set it down, a piece at a time, in the years when Marcus’s first venture was failing and he needed someone to keep his books and manage his home and believe in him, and he had promised, the way he promised everything, to make it up to me someday.

Someday never came for me any more than it came for Ethan.

But here is the mercy I did not expect: the skill had not gone anywhere.