Chicago glowed beneath us.

Somewhere across the city stood the office building where I had spent years believing I was invisible.

It no longer frightened me.

My father had once believed Caleb was the future of Vance Development because Caleb was louder, bolder, and more willing to demand attention.

He had mistaken volume for leadership.

My mother had believed family reputation mattered more than compassion.

She had mistaken appearances for love.