eyes flashed.
“You never understood ambition. Dad didn’t either. You both thought security was the highest virtue. Pay the bills, mow the lawn, clip coupons, die with a paid-off house. That was enough for you.”
“It was honest.”
“It was small.”
There are sentences that enter a room and break every photograph.
That one did.
Small.
My life.
Frank’s life.
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