I heard two deliberate and unhurried, I came with Luca on my hip, expecting a delivery. Instead, Victor Sinclair stood in my hallway.With a posture that had always made him look like he owned whatever room he occupied. That boardroom authority, constructed over decades, worn like a second skin. Except today it didn’t look like that.Today he looked like a man who had driven somewhere he wasn’t sure he should have come, and was standing in the hallway of that decision without anything left to make him large.I didn’t open the door wider.“I’m not going to ask you to let me in,” he said.“Good,” I said.He nodded once, like that was the answer he’d expected and had already decided was fair. Luca looked at him the way he looked at everything unfamiliar. Victor looked back at his grandson. Something moved across his face I had never seen there before. Not the managed warmth he deployed at family occasions. Something quieter and more private. The expression of a man encountering somethi
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