We weren’t normal children. We were born and handed to nannies, and we never had time to bond with any of them because they left as quickly as they came into our lives. We were independent and selfish, raised to be that way, never to trust each other.

“I have just one question,” I said, taking a deep breath. “And it’s not for you, but for myself… Why… when he could’ve had any woman he wanted… did he… do this to you? Our father had money… he could’ve had lovers, ...