I thought it was lost.”

Kenneth held the paper with both hands.

His lower lip trembled.

“You didn’t lose everything,” Eleanor whispered.

It was the first time I saw Kenneth cry.

Not dramatically, not in front of reporters or investors, but quietly, the way a person weeps when he has been strong for so long that the strength itself has become another burden.

Later, Owen asked if Eleanor could visit again.

Kenneth said yes.