That surprised me, how completely I believed her, when believing people was the one thing my life had trained me never to do.

Trust is a door, and in my world every open door is a way in for a knife.

I had sealed mine so long ago that I no longer remembered the sealing.

And yet standing in that study, listening to a young woman explain with perfect steadiness that she had not known about the trust, I found the door open before I had decided to open it, found myself simply believing her, not as a calculation but as a recognition — the way you know a true thing when you finally hear one, after years of listening to people who are managing you.

Chapter 14 — Two Envelopes