The next morning we all trudged back down to the main house, where he even pitched in for our big country breakfast. Jonathan was beside himself, happier than I had seen him in a long time. Drew didn’t deny his son any request. He even rode Topper Field alongside Jonathan on Dapper Dan, as they covered acres of land on the brilliant summer day. He offered to take us all on his yacht the following Saturday, acting as though these types of family gatherings were commonplace. Neither Alex nor I corrected this assumption, especially since those closest to us already knew the sordid history. Instead, we all plastered smiles on our faces as a brave front for our houseful of kids, who thought this was the grandest adventure of their lives. Drew gently extricated himself after Olivia called that evening, and Jonathan’s mood took an immediate nosedive after his father left. He finally got to see shades of his father he had been denied for so long.
