That one hit. Make this about me. I had never made anything about me. Maybe that was the problem. They had gotten so used to me not taking up space that the idea of me needing a single, literal chair was suddenly an inconvenience. “I flew out,” I said slowly. “I rented a hotel. I bought a suit. I was giving you $1,500.” I gestured with the envelope. “But then I realized something. I’m not really your brother today. I’m just background.” His jaw clenched. “You’re blowing this way out of proportion.” “No,” I said. “You already did. You just didn’t think I’d notice.” He sighed, rubbing his temple. “Look, it was Brianna’s call, okay? She wanted the photos to be her close circle. Clean lines, matching colors… that kind of thing.” “So, I didn’t match the color palette?” I asked.