The money, the companies — it’s dust.” “That is not nothing,” she corrected, her voice firm.

“That is the invoice for your choices arriving.

I chose the brutal reality of raising them alone, and I was given two extraordinary sons.

You chose power, and you were given isolation.

Life is remarkably fair, Roderick.

You cannot reign from an icy peak and expect the warmth of the valley to climb up to meet you.”

I put my head in my hands.

“I want to fix it.