Now I had two graves, side by side, and two names, and a story that connected them to me and me to them.

I was a daughter with parents, even if I had to kneel in the rain to be near them.

After a lifetime of being unrooted, even this rooted me.

Even this was more than I had ever had.

Chapter 25 — The Diary of an Invisible Father

I reached into my coat and took out Julian’s leather journal.

Over the previous seventy-two hours I had read every single page of it, and it was not what I had expected.

It was not a record of business or patents or legal strategy.