“We need to talk about college finances,” my father said.
Then he turned to Sadie.
“We’ll cover everything. Tuition, housing, meals, books.”
She laughed, threw her arms around him. My mother immediately started talking about dorm décor and move-in plans.
Then he looked at me.
“Avery… we’ve decided not to fund your education.”
The words didn’t land at first.
“I’m sorry… what?”
“Your sister has exceptional people skills,” he said. “Ashford Heights will maximize her potential. It’s a strong investment.”
Investment.
Cold. Calculated.
“And me?”
“You’re intelligent,” he replied. “But you don’t stand out the same way. We don’t see the same long-term return.”
Silence filled the room.
My mother didn’t look up. Sadie was already texting, smiling.
“So I’m on my own?”
