And the cruelest arithmetic of all was the time.

He could have bought himself twenty years of ease.

Instead he bought me twenty years of safety, and paid for it with the only currency that cannot be earned back, the years of his one life, spent in the dark, watching from the back rows of auditoriums, so that I could stand one day in the sun and not even know what it had cost.”

Chapter 22 — He Stayed Poor So You Could Stay Invisible