And I did not catch up to his clarity until, from a stage, at eighteen, he said it into a microphone and made it impossible for either of us to pretend anymore.

Chapter 4 — The Two Households

Over those years, Marcus’s engineering firm grew from a cramped corner of our spare room into an executive suite downtown, and in public we became something people admired: the self-made power couple, the proof that you could have all of it.

At dinner parties he would put his hand on the small of my back and tell the story of building it together, and people would smile at us, and I would smile back, and something in my chest would ache in a way I did not yet have words for.

Because I knew the other ledger, the private one.