None of it had been chance.

My friend, my husband, my father, had engineered every moment of our meeting, had planned his way, step by careful step, back into the life he had thrown away.

Chapter 12 — I Wanted to Know My Daughter

I was too much of a coward to walk up to your room in the east wing and say the words: I am the man who abandoned you, the letter went on. I knew you would despise me.

I knew you would walk away, and that you would have been entirely right to do so.