His children had not been able to touch a single one of his final days.

The shield had held.

At his funeral, those same children barely acknowledged me.

They whispered among themselves, and watched me with open, undisguised hostility, and I understood that whatever was coming next, it was not going to be gentle.

I did not yet know how right I was, or in how many directions.

Chapter 5 — The Truth May Be Difficult

A week after the funeral, Harrison’s lawyer came to see me.