dance recital.”
Mom looked away.
“When I received my scholarship, Dad told everyone it was probably because universities needed more women in technology.”
Dad’s jaw tightened.
“When I launched my first company, you called it a phase.”
“You never told us it was successful,” Dad protested.
“That’s the point.”
Vanessa scoffed.
“So what? Now you’re going to punish everybody because you’re rich?”
“No.”
I pulled a thin folder from my bag.
“I’m going to stop protecting you.”
Dad froze.
Two years earlier, his construction company had hit a liquidity crisis.
