For years I’d believed beauty meant an untouched face. Now I knew better. That scar was proof I had survived people who tried to erase me.

The legal work settled according to my grandfather’s trust. The eleven million dollars in assets transferred into my name.

I didn’t throw parties or buy cars. I sold some of the properties and started a foundation that helps young people learn trades—carpentry, plumbing, construction.

I kept the cabin by the lake. I restored the old hardware store and put a bronze plaque beside the door.

WALTER DAVIS. AN HONEST MAN. A DEEPLY LOVING GRANDFATHER.

Harvey cried when he saw it. So did Janice. I didn’t. I just smiled.