I stagger out of the reception hall of the memorial service. I know death, and I'm acquainted with all its stages including denial and yet disbelief that wilts the edges of my sanity. So abrupt, so out of nowhere, but that is the being of death—a speed from nothing. What was most alarming was that their own father, Colton, was absent for the entire duration. Dad left early to visit his estate. Apparently, he's not letting anyone inside—not even his own relatives. But he did grant Governor Du Pont access.
I think that despite the enmity that exists between them. His pity permits him to set it all aside if not for concern, then understanding. It's one thing to be at war and the casualties are your own blood.