“And talented,” Caroline shot back. “Do you know how many parents would kill for this opportunity?”
I looked at my wife—this woman I had built a life with, traveled with, trusted with everything—and for the first time I saw not cruelty exactly, but a kind of desperation that frightened me more than cruelty would have. Ambition had calcified into something rigid, something that prioritized outcome over safety.
“Move,” I said quietly. She hesitated, then stepped aside.
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