“I’m so sorry about your Dad, Oly.” my best friend Gretchan said as I packed my suitcase. .”The phone call telling me that he had passed away had taken me by surprise, since I hadn’t seen or talked to him in over ten years. Heart attack, they had said. “Thanks. But really it’s not like I even really knew him. He was gone most of my childhood, and then Mom and I left when I was a teenager.” It was hard to feel something even resembling love for a man like Bolin Rayne. Nonetheless, I had to go and take care of the funeral and reading of the will. He didn’t have any other family.