And Andrew pulled his son against him and began to cry into the small warm shoulder of the boy he had never held, while on the terrace above, Maria watched, her hand pressed to her mouth, and let herself believe, for the first time in eight months, that the thing she had risked everything for might actually be coming true.

Daniel, standing near the terrace, would remember Noah’s question for the rest of his life — do you like dinosaurs too? — because of everything it revealed about what actually matters, and how far it was from everything the adults in the story had spent years fighting over.

The whole tragedy had been about enormous things: a forty-million-dollar mansion, a family empire, a fortune, a will, a murder plot, six years of grief and fraud and hiding.

Kings’ quantities of money and consequence had moved through it.