The Inheritance1997

Henry Hamilton:
I was just remembering [chuckles] a gust of wind. That first moment... it was summer. You were so young. If I'd been your father, I'd have shot me. You were wearing white and your hair was tied back, so politely. And then a little gust of wind suddenly did what I'd wanted to do since I'd first saw you. It just took a little strand of your hair and just caressed your face with it. And I knew then that I'd love you forever. That's what I'll remember, Bea.