Okay," he said.She set down her tea."Your kindness was real," she said. "I want to be clear that I know it was real. I'm not going to revise what it was to make this easier to say. You saw me when Carter wasn't seeing me, and you treated me like a person when the household was treating me like a function, and that was real and it mattered." She paused. "I need you to hear that first.""I hear it," he said quietly."But Cameron." She kept her voice even, not gentle-to-softness, just honest-to-kindness, the way true things could be said when you cared about the person you were saying them to. "The timing of it was a weapon."Silence."I know you didn't experience it that way," she continued. "I know you believe you were giving me information. Opening a door. Letting me see an option I might not have seen." She looked out the window. "But the morning you came to the lobby — the morning after the hearing, the morning before the board meeting, the morning when Carter was at his most redu
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