What the Bread Was For

That equation was exactly the kind of thing his family ran on: the idea that money and love were the same currency, that debts could be paid in affection and affection extracted through payment.

Marlowe had been nearly destroyed by people who thought that way.

She was not going to raise her daughter inside the same lie.

The money was money.

The relationship was the relationship.

And the wall between them was one she built early, stated plainly, and never once let him climb.