Chapter 16 — To His Daughter

“Juliet,” Hollis read, and his voice gentled, as though my father’s own had.

“My daughter.

I hid you away, and I told myself for years that I did it to protect you — that the world I had built was too dangerous for a child to be openly a part of, that your anonymity was a gift I was giving you.

Perhaps some small part of that was even true.