So he made you his wife, so that the law itself would protect the daughter he had failed to protect for forty-five years.” And before I could answer, before I could even begin to sort the storm of what I was feeling, the heavy double doors of the penthouse were thrown open with a violent bang.

In the fraction of a second before the doors burst open, one clear thought cut through all the others in my mind, and it has stayed with me: how completely Harrison had understood his own children.

He had known, with the terrible clarity of a man who had raised them and watched what his money made of them, exactly what they would do the moment he died.

He had known they would come with lawyers and injunctions and psychiatric reviews.