Not because Julian wanted secrecy.

I simply wanted one part of my life that belonged to me.

My entire childhood had been managed like a corporate calendar.

My grades were compared to Caleb’s.

My clothes were selected according to what photographed well at charity events.

My university major had been “suggested” by my father.

My first job had been inside the family company.

Every achievement was measured according to how useful it could be to the Vance name.