My father, William Castle, had wanted me and now it was too late. I came completely undone.

Luke wrapped both arms around me and pulled me towards him. He held me tightly as I wept. It made me feel foolish—he was supposed to be the one that was in mourning, not me. Mourning the loss of what sounded like a good man…

“Please forgive me,” he whispered.

“For what?” I stood up and wiped my tear-stained cheeks.

“I didn’t know ...