I didn’t. I washed it, dried it, and put it back on the shelf, where I can see it every time I open that cabinet, because forgetting what happened in my own house is not a comfort I’m willing to let myself have.
My grandfather built something out of one warehouse and an idea, and my sister burned it down from the inside to cover a debt she was too proud to admit. I didn’t save the company. I’m not sure, given the same choice again, that saving it would have been the right thing to do.
I saved the truth instead. Some nights, that’s the only version of winning I get.
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