Chapter 55

After all, it was well known within the family that Sebrings loved once. I was half Sebring, and having grown up with this knowledge, I wasn’t inclined to mock it.

My mother had lost my father in ‘78 and in all the years that followed hadn’t looked at another man. Two of my uncles had both been unlucky: Tony, the oldest, had never married, his fiancée having called off the wedding at the last minute, and Bryan, the youngest, was divorced. I hadn’t cared much for Aunt Johanna and her two children from an earlier marriage, who’d treated my uncle poorly. I’d always thought he was well out of it, but of course I hadn’t said anything. If she had been his one love, it simply wouldn’t have been kind.