It was always, always yours.

I am only giving back what I took.

Forgive me, my sweet girl.

Your father, Harrison.

Chapter 13 — He Knew the Entire Time

I sat frozen on the sofa, the letter resting on my lap, my tears dripping onto the heavy parchment and smudging the blue ink of a dead man’s confession.

Seventy-four million dollars.

A father.