rolled.
A mug of coffee untouched.
“What happened?”
He looked up.
“I found something Marco wrote.”
I hesitated.
“Do you want to talk?”
“I don’t know.”
“Good answer.”
That almost made him smile.
I poured myself water.
He said:
“He wrote that he was tired of being the brother who never failed.”
I sat.
Alessandro looked at the mug.
“Apparently our father praised him for being dependable.”
“And you?”
“For being ambitious.”
“That sounds like both compliments and curses.”
He looked at me.
“Yes.”
“Marco hid losses because failure didn’t fit the role.”
“That’s what Victoria thinks.”
“What do you think?”
He took a long time.
“I think we all become dangerous when our identity gets too expensive to revise.”
That was surprisingly wise.
“You should put that on a wall.”
“No.”
“Executive remediation poster.”
He glared.
I smiled.
Then he asked:
“Do you hate David?”
I was not prepared
