A week has passed. A long, dragging week.

The world outside is loud. The media is blowing up with the news of Ethan Carter’s death. They call him a multi-billionaire tycoon and a 'philanthropist.' I scoff silently every time I hear that last word. The man was a cruel beast, not a lover of mankind.

Condolences pour into the house like a wide, slow river. Friends and family come and go.

Catalina flew in from London two days after my father died. She had been cursing him to eternal suffering ...