"I didn't think so," she went on sadly. "Mom loved us ... but only if we behaved. Dad loved us ... but only if we excelled. Isn't that the way it was, Derek?" She took my hand. I wanted to shake free of her touch, but I couldn't bring myself to move. "If we were 'good' children—if we lived our lives the way they thought we should live them—we were loved. If we weren't, they withheld their love."