An Empire of Everlasting Devotion

Five years later, the Big Sur Glass House was alive with the sound of laughter, running footsteps, and the rhythmic crash of the Pacific tide below. The estate had evolved from a solitary, austere fortress into a vibrant, sunlit family haven. Modernist sculptures shared space with miniature wooden toy ships, watercolor drawings of sea otters pinned to stainless-steel refrigerators, and lush rose gardens planted along the cliffside paths. On the…