I did it even now, even here, even hearing that my father had hidden a daughter and bound her fate to mine.

A hidden Hale with thirty percent of the shares and forty million in liquid funds was not, to the part of my mind that had kept me alive, a sister.

She was a variable.

She was an exposure.

She was a thing the wrong people could use, and my first instinct, before anything human in me could speak, was to calculate how to control her.

But I said none of that.