“When I was little, I used to tell everyone I wanted to have a high-powered career and be important. I mean I was an ambitious little thing. Screw doctor or lawyer, I wanted to be a surgeon or supreme court justice. But after what Dad went through…” “Now, what do you want?” She leans away from me, breaking free of my embrace. “To be happy. I don’t want to get caught up with money, things, status, or any of that bullshit that made my dad go to the pit of despair. I don’t want money to ever make me feel failure the way it did for my dad. It was painful enough to make him want to end his life.”
