I find Tyler in the kitchen cleaning up. “Hey.” He looks so domestic with a hand towel thrown over one shoulder. “Are you disappointed I’m staying?” I ask. He’s seemed happy for me, but I need to know if he’s waiting for me to fail just like Mom. He’d be better at hiding it to spare my feelings. “What?” He stops what he’s doing. “Of course not. Why would you think that?” “I know how excited you were when I got the internship.” “Because I thought that’s what you wanted.” “Everyone always told me I was good at art. It was easy and I enjoyed it more than math or science.” “But you don’t love it?”
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