The day Linda left a pay stub by the copy machine, I realized my two brothers were taking home nearly double even though they were often late to meetings; I brought the numbers into HR, and my father only tapped his fingers on the desk and started talking about “men” and “expenses”; I set my badge down and walked out into the cold-wind parking lot—and that night, an email with a strange subject line kept me up till dawn. I sat still in my car, my hand still carrying the plastic imprint from the