Chapter 125 Veronica

• The house had never felt like home to me. I didn't want to stay here and wouldn't have if it weren't for Robyn. But she'd been closer to our grandfather than I ever had been. And she'd lived here for as long as she could remember.
• After the very public scandal, Grandfather took the plea deal he was offered, which meant a reduced prison sentence—they took into consideration his age—in exchange for full disclosure. He'd kept meticulous notes, so much like him. In addition to the notebook Robyn had found, there were three others. At least three that were uncovered. I wondered if there were more. If he'd ever tell us. The land in Italy was auctioned off, bought by Vincent Moriarty of all people. And what a deal he got. It was unfair, but it was also finished.
• I saw my grandfather during his sentencing. I watched from inside the courtroom. I didn't make physical contact with him. Seeing him like that, up there looking smaller, older, I wondered if there was something wrong with me because after everything he'd done, after all the destruction and pain he'd caused, I felt regret and a sense of loss I didn't expect to feel. Maybe it was for Robyn. I didn't know. But when, before they led him away, he turned to me, I didn't smile. I didn't go to him. I only watched him with sad, resigned eyes. Justice was being served, everything coming full circle—almost.