My dad slid my college letter back across the table, paid for my twin sister on the spot, and told me, “she’s worth the investment. You’re not.”

Graduates hugged parents.

Parents hugged children.

Everyone celebrated.

I found Professor Bell first.

Before I could speak, he pulled me into a hug.

“You earned every second of this.”

“Thank you,” I whispered.

“No,” he said. “Thank you for proving me right.”

We laughed.

Then he handed me a business card.

A very familiar business card.

I read the name.

My eyes widened.

One of the most prestigious economic consulting firms in the country.

“They want to meet you Monday.”

I stared at him.