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One of the chief tenets of Liberty’s childhood was that everyone wanted what they had, and that they must always be grateful for it.
Liberty had always been plagued by the sense that her immense privilege meant that she owed some substantial debt. But what exactly she owed, and to whom, was never clear.
Laila was like a ship that had been steered just a few degrees off course; it would take some time for anyone to notice, but in the end, she would land very far from her original destination.
He wore his jaded attitude the way Nora wore her Louboutins, the flashing signal of her privilege, dear to her though they made her miserable.
She felt decades older than Nora, knowing all the small ways you could die a little each day with the wrong person. But that was all the past, and it couldn’t touch her.
Reece and Liberty had helped each other become who they were in the world. Reece gave Liberty courage; Liberty brought Reece down to earth. They shared a desire to create something tangible of their own, rather than to simply add some extra layers to the wealth they’d been born with—or worse, run in circles around it while contributing nothing at all.
Tom brought the intellectual gravitas, and Laila had beauty and youth, a currency accepted everywhere.
Was it true, Laila wondered, that we were all doomed to long for what we didn’t have: that those with everything could wish as ardently for the simplicity of having less as the reverse?
