I never enjoyed being in close proximity with my father, just like I was about to now. I talked with my mother on phone last night. She needed me to deliver a message to him since they weren’t on talking terms. I didn’t understand her. She still loved him even though he never acknowledged it. I would never understand that kind of love.

The coldness from the air conditioners of the billion-dollar empire my father had built on sheer ruthlessness wrapped around me as I stepped in.

The ...