What terrifies him is a man who won’t let him.

And that is exactly what my father was.

He looked at fifty million dollars and a groveling developer and a lifetime of reasons, and he chose, instead, the slow clean daylight machinery of arrest and evidence and a courtroom — chose to let his granddaughter’s mother’s patient work do what his own hands could have done faster and dirtier.

It was not weakness.

It was the opposite.