And it was the second one who had come back.

Chapter 16 — Come Meet Your Daughter

My grandfather came down the steps, slow and wary, and picked up the envelope, and put on his reading glasses, and stood there in the driveway going through it page by page while the cicadas hummed.

I watched his face as he read — the deed of the renunciation, the hospital’s acceptance, the severing of Ezra Kincaid from the fortune that had made his family monstrous.

I watched twenty-three years of fear, and the older fear beneath it, the fear he had carried for my mother, begin to loosen in the deep lines around his eyes.