s long as I can remember, my enti

about the moth

icon Valley he hosted in our sprawling estate. I hated these part

father' s younger, much looser brother, and he was alrea

ng with his glass. "All grown up.

ed, even though I

od, she was beautiful. A real artist. Played the violin

. Couldn't take it anymore. Left ri

y chest. I' d heard bits and p

ed the room, cold and absolute. He was a tech mogul, a man who buil

Ryan's hand. "That's enou

. "The truth is u

ing just a fraction. "Don't listen to him, Molly. Your mot

st, a world-class violinist, she'll have to come back. She won't be a

ise he' d made me

ly thing I ha

e only reaso