![]() I was on the path of revenge, but playing a part would help me on that path. Many expected me to follow in the footsteps of my father, and I wanted them to believe that, but my end goal was a little different than anyone knew. The only reason I’d accepted the invitation was to play a part. I was among the top 1 percent in my class as a senior at Yale, with a major in statistics. One that makes becoming a standout almost impossible. The state of Connecticut is small but houses one of the greatest Ivy League colleges in the country. Yale University asked me to represent them as a student judge, and I nearly declined. She was seventeen and competing in a state-level high school math competition. I was twenty-two years old the first time I saw her. ![]() The world went Technicolor, and she was my very own Glinda the Good Witch. ![]() But once my eyes landed on her for the first time, it was like when Dorothy landed in Oz and she opened the door. Until the day I saw her, there was no color. I remember my life with my parents, and I remember getting into college, but it’s all gray before her. ![]() It’s as if I could split my life into two halves. It’s funny, but I don’t really remember much before her. ![]()
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