We had planned a small wedding, nothing like the society event Gwen wanted.

She had told me one evening she was worried my parents would always see her as an outsider.

I had assured her love would be enough to make them accept her.

I had been wrong in ways I was only beginning to understand.

“Is Camilla alive?” I asked.

“Yes,” Samuel replied.

“I’ve spoken to her counsel.

She’s alive, and she has spent years trying to locate her child.