(Sebastian)
I looked at Daniel, waiting for him to explain what happened during the meeting. My father had seen Claire five days before his death, yet nobody in our family knew about it. Adrian sat beside me with his mother's letter in his hand. I wondered whether their meeting had anything to do with the letter she'd never sent.
"Did they speak privately?"
Daniel nodded.
"Alexander asked me to give them some time alone."
"How long were they together?"
"About an hour."
I looked at Adrian. He'd spent years believing our father had abandoned his mother, and now we were learning they'd met again. I wanted Daniel to tell us everything he remembered. There was no point leaving Boston with more questions than answers.
"Did they argue?"
"No, Mr. Wolfe."
"Then what happened?"
"Your fath
