The funeral was meant to be private, elegant, and filled with quiet dignity.
Inside St. Patrick’s Cathedral, billionaire Richard Hamilton, one of New York’s most powerful businessmen, stood motionless beside the mahogany coffin of his only daughter — Emily, twenty-three years old, a Columbia graduate, bright, beloved, and gone far too soon.
The report said it was a tragic car accident — a stormy night, wet roads, a reckless driver. No witnesses. No survivors.
