Both are real.

But when I choose which one to build the rest of my life on, I choose the fighter, the auditor, the woman who listened to the quiet voice and saved herself.

She is the truer version.

And she is the one I get to be now.

Chapter 8 — The Scheme

Raymond recovered his composure with a speed that frightened me almost as much as anything else, and moved to block the door, and sat down in a chair, and tried — actually tried — to negotiate with me, as though I were a difficult clause in one of his contracts.

And in his cold, businesslike explanation, the true shape of it finally came clear, and it was not, in the end, only the horror I had imagined in that room.