The shrimp platter left Jessica’s hands before I understood she meant to throw it.
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Chapter 22 - MEGAN AT EIGHTEEN
Megan’s meeting was shorter.
“Can I refuse all governance?”
“Yes.”
“Great.”
She wanted biology.
Marine conservation.
Nothing to do with hotels.
She kept financial protections.
Declined advisory roles.
The trust funded university, therapy, and reasonable housing.
She worked summers anyway.
Not because wealth must be rejected.
Because work mattered to her.
At twenty-three she sent me a photo from a coastal research station.
Shrimp.
Hundreds.
Caption:
May you like
I have defeated the enemy.
I laughed for ten minutes.
