When they were small and we had nothing, I made them a promise — that I would never lie to them, not once, about anything, because the truth was the only luxury I could actually afford to give them in unlimited supply.

So they grew up in a house with no money and no lies, and it turns out that is a far richer place to grow up than a house with all the money and nothing but lies.

Your money is the last thing they need.

They already have the only inheritance that matters, and I gave it to them for free, on the nights you were out becoming important.” “Then what can I do?” I lifted my streaked face.

“How do I make them look at me?