“Silvia,” she said.

“Silvia Vane.

Your grandfather had a life your family spent thirty years pretending didn’t exist.

My mother was part of it.

I’m the part they hid.” There was real pain under the theatrics, and I noted it, because pain is a lever and I was done being the one it was used on.

“You’ve been kept in the dark your whole privileged life,” she went on.