To punish me.”

I stood behind the central cutting table, where I had mounted the red silk dress, carefully, inside a museum-quality glass display case.

“I didn’t keep it out of spite, Caleb,” I said, calmly.

“I understand why you’d think that, because spite is a thing you understand.

But that isn’t why.

I kept it because your father spent forty years inside these walls, pouring his heart into his work, while mourning the daughter he could not save.

This building is the only place in the world where that man still exists.