I knew almost nothing about my father.
Then, one day, a sharply dressed man arrived at my door.
“Your father has been searching for you,” he said. “Thomas is very ill, and he wants to see you before it’s too late.”
I was convinced he had found the wrong person.
But he hadn’t.
Two days later, I stood outside an enormous estate that made every place I had ever lived seem unbelievably small. Before I could even process where I was, the front door opened.
A woman around my age stood there.
