I check the deals that would enrich us most.

It is the least romantic policy imaginable, and it is the truest act of care I know, and I learned it the hardest way there is.

Chapter 21 — The Most Dangerous Poverty

A year later, my father set a cup of coffee on my desk in an office high above the city, and asked me, gently, whether I ever regretted hiding who I really was for all those years.

I looked out at the city for a while before I answered.