Adam had grown up surrounded by people who managed every relationship for strategic purposes. He had learned to move through the world the same way, until the evening he walked into a small cafe and sat across from someone who had no strategy at all, only warmth and honesty and a quiet inheritance from a mother who had been poorly treated and had somehow refused to become hard because of it.
He chose that. He chose it over marble floors and country club weddings and a future written entirely by other people’s expectations.
And in doing so, he found the thing his parents had spent decades accumulating wealth to feel, without ever once feeling it.
He found a life that actually belonged to him.
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