HE GAVE HIS MISTRESS MY PADDLE. HE FORGOT THE AUCTION HOUSE BELONGED TO ME

“You think you’re better than me.”

“No. I think I had more than you and spent years making myself smaller so you would never feel it.”

He turned toward me.

The words had found the wound beneath all his ambition.

“You were never standing in my shadow, Julian. I stood behind you by choice.”

He looked away.

The baby moved inside the incubator.

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