Page 97 of The Aristocrat

So much had changed over the past nine years since Felicity Dunleavy first came over for tea. My life had turned out nothing like I’d envisioned it, and that was a damn good thing. Sure, I’d made mistakes. People had been hurt along the way, myself included. But amidst the pain of heartbreak, separation, and sadness, I’d learned firsthand what Nan had told me about love before she died.

The purpose of life is to love with all of your heart and soul. No matter when the end of my days came, I would be able to say I’d done just that. My daughters would know their father loved them. And that would be my legacy.