She did not.

He had paid for her from a distance all her life, but he had never gotten his hands on who she became, and standing there against the towering shelves of his vanity she was, I realized, the one part of his legacy that had grown up entirely free of him, and was the better for it.

Hollis Crane sat behind the desk.

He was very old now, his hands spotted and faintly trembling as he adjusted his wire-rimmed glasses and unclasped a heavy leather portfolio.