That afternoon, Allene buried the man who was her great love in the cemetery at the end of Feeks Lane in Lattingtown—close to his own Birchwood and the grave of the stepdaughter he had considered his own. After this, Allene was truly alone for the first time in years, with a heart that had been crippled for a second time. She was rich, but in terms of having people who truly belonged to her, she was poorer than even the simplest servants in her houses. Allene was “the richest and saddest
