“Peter. Sötnos.” She stroked his bristly cheek, her attempt at a smile quivering with sadness. “It’ll never be enough money for you. Enough security.” Because he’d never have enough reassurance that his dream couldn’t be taken from him like his mother’s had. He’d never have enough proof that he’d made it, no matter what his father said or believed. His heart was still empty, even with her in it. She couldn’t fill it. She wasn’t enough. Again. Why was she even still talking? It didn’t really matter what she said, did it? He didn’t understand her position, and he wasn’t compromising his.
