Grayson Harper sat in a leather chair in the sitting room of his father’s house. Harmony remembered her grandfather always sitting in that same chair, the patriarch of the family. She looked over at her father as he studied his book. He had just finished a game of chess against her Aunt Dee at a small table by the window. Harmony realized that more and more often, her father had started taking over as the family patriarch.
“How has the investigation gone?” Grayson Harper asked.
“The police feel confident they have the culprits. All three of them plead guilty and will be sentenced sometime next month.” Harmony sounded more confident than he felt. Steve reached over and slipped his arm over her shoulders. She snuggled as close to him as her large stomach would allow and continued, “We’ve t
