“As the water slips through my fingers, I think about just how much of my father is written into my DNA. I see him in the mirror every day – but it’s what we share on the inside that casts the longest shadow over me. Every time my anger opens up, every time I feel it speeding through my veins, hear it thundering in my ears, it’s one more reminder of Peter Covington. His influence works on me, unseen, like the moon pulling at the tides;.”