“What did he do?”

Grandpa looked at me.

And for the first time in my life, I wondered whether the man who raised me had protected me with the truth.

Or from it.

PART 2 — THE FAMILY MY MOTHER ERASED

Grandpa brought us inside.

Nora needed feeding.

That ordinary fact saved me from demanding twenty-two years of history in one breath.

I warmed the bottle.

Checked the temperature.