That ordinary freedom meant more than seventeen million dollars.

EPILOGUE — THE HOUSE ARTHUR MEANT TO PROTECT

The first veterans scholarship application arrived months later.

It came in a plain envelope.

No gold seal.

No expensive stationery.

Just a young man’s name, military-service documentation, school information, and a short essay about returning to college after several years away.

I read it in Arthur’s study.

The cedar box sat inside the locked cabinet.

The blue binder beside it.