Pushing me through the gardens, sitting beside me at the ocean, bringing me my coffee, letting me introduce you with such pride, those were the only truly real weeks of my entire life.

You did not merely play a role, my girl.

You saved my soul.

The safe-deposit box holds the restored patents and the full estate, everything that was stolen, now legally and safely yours.

Live boldly, my sweet Evelyn.

Spend it on joy.

And never, ever again wonder who your father was, or whether he loved you.

He did.