It was learning to keep myself, deliberately and permanently, within reach of the people who love me.

A smaller ambition than any I ever had.

The only one that ever mattered.

Chapter 19 — The Grandfather’s Measure

I think often, now, about the humble carpenter I never met, the man whose name my son carries — Christopher Holt, who raised an orphaned girl in North Carolina and taught her that a man’s word was worth more than any amount of gold, and that the dependable man is the one who stays standing when the house begins to shake.

I built houses for a living, grand ones, the kind that make the covers of regional magazines.