I felt like I was setting down a hostage’s chains that three generations of my family had mistaken for jewelry.

Let the receivers have it.

Let the light have it.

I wanted to find out who I was without a secret to guard, and I could not do that while I still held so much as a dollar that required me to lie.

Chapter 24 — Nothing to Hide

The reporters wanted a tragic heiress, and for a while I let them have the shape of one, because it was easier than explaining.