My father at charity dinners.

My parents on their wedding day.

And one of me — twenty-two years old, standing beside Daniel on the steps at my graduation.

I had entirely forgotten he came.

At eleven exactly, the study door opened and Daniel came out, leaning on a cane.

He had aged badly in the three years since my father’s funeral.

His eyes hadn’t aged at all.

He looked at Kelsey first.