Hannah was nothing more than a girl, just seventeen years old; Simeon was thirty, thirty-five, perhaps. Maybe more. They’re both buried in the cemetery on the other side of the island. Have you seen it?” “I have indeed. We drove by it the other day.” Iris went on. “Good. You can find the exact birth and death dates on their headstones, but he was a good deal older than his bride. By the time they married, Simeon was already quite a wealthy man. He had started a logging company with his brothers a decade earlier and now he owned the company outright. Much of what you have inherited was initially earned by Simeon Hill and invested wisely over time.” I looked around the magnificent kitchen and gave silent thanks for my great-grandfather’s industrious nature. Iris took a sip of her tea and continued, her eyes hazy and unfocused, staring off into nothingness as she spoke. “Simeon brought his new bride here to this island, which had been an important fur trading outpost for more than a hundred years.
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