I honored the vault, and not my own hunger.

It is the decision I am proudest of in the entire ordeal.

Chapter 19 — Cold Paper

I think, now, more than about the fraud or the fortune or even the mystery of the envelope, about Alistair’s sentence — the one he said to his daughter in the weeks before he died, the one that turned out to be the key to everything.

Families construct the version of history that protects their status.