Chapter 4: The Row He Sat In
He came to find me afterward. They always do.
The reception was full of exactly the people my stepmother had wanted her daughter to meet — the superintendent, senior officers, the names my family chased. And they weren’t clustered around my stepsister. They were around me, shaking the hand of the cadet whose address they’d just heard, congratulating the officer my father had physically prevented from entering the building four hours earlier.
