Michael, adored talking about her achievements.
Whenever Khloe received a promotion, he told everyone.
When she bought something expensive, he praised her ambition.
When she mentioned a new business opportunity, he treated it like proof that she was destined for greatness.
I took a different path.
I studied architecture, worked long hours, and eventually earned a senior position at a firm in Minneapolis.
I wasn’t particularly interested in showing off.
I paid my bills, saved what I could, and preferred letting my work speak for itself.
Unfortunately, my father interpreted that as a lack of ambition.
“You’ve always been too cautious, Lucas,” he liked to say. “Your sister understands how to make things happen.”
I rarely argued.
I’d learned long ago that defending myself usually led to another lecture.
But the night of his birthday changed everything.
I’d driven nearly two hours from Minneapolis to Rochester, determined to enjoy dinner
