My parents demanded the password to my penthouse apartment right in fr…

was a standard feature of my life. When I earned my director title, my mother sent a brief text with a thumbs-up emoji. When Julian decided to take a year off to clear his head, my parents booked a private room at a Michelin-star restaurant to celebrate his journey.

I was the reliable scapegoat. Julian was the fragile investment.

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