I felt the familiar urge to shrink, to soften the moment for their comfort, but something steadier rose instead, something rooted in years of choosing restraint over recognition.
“I analyze infrastructure failures,” I said evenly. “The reports are just how the data speaks.”
Jonathan searched my face, as if trying to locate the daughter he thought he understood. “Why wouldn’t you tell me?” he asked, his voice dropping into something almost wounded. “I could have helped.”
I considered that carefully.
“Helping would have changed the work,” I said. “And the work needed honesty more than sponsorship.”
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