Jordan, his face pale. ‘What condition?’ he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper. He seemed to expect a demand for a public apology or a humiliation equal to what he had dealt out over the years.
Jordan leaned forward slightly, his expression earnest. ‘The condition is this: I want you to go into your hallway and take down the family portrait gallery. I want you to look at every photo where I was cropped out or excluded, and I want you to remember this moment.’
He continued, ‘I
