Harold continued.
“She had accumulated evidence that Samuel had
diverted money belonging to her family as well. When that money was recovered, it became yours.”
Daniel shook his head.
“I don’t want his money.”
“It isn’t Samuel’s.”
Harold looked at him.
“It was your mother’s.”
Daniel’s eyes filled.
For the first time since I had met him, he looked very young.
Harold passed him another envelope.
“Robert left you this.”
Daniel opened it.
He read silently at first.
Then stopped.
“What?” I asked.
Daniel handed me the letter.
Daniel,
If you have reached this point, you finally know that I was never the hero you believed I was.
I was frightened. I delayed. I made compromises.
But loving you was never one of them.
My throat tightened.
Your mother once asked me why I cared so much what happened to you.
I told her I didn’t know.
