“You can respect what your father worked for and still decide he was wrong about rest,” I said.

Callum nodded.

He had never put it that way before.

The following weekend he told Sadie a different story about her grandfather: how he used to fix bicycles for neighborhood children and secretly leave bags of groceries on the steps of families in trouble.

He shared the kindness without repeating the rule that had hurt him.

Sadie asked whether Grandpa had ever been afraid.

Callum thought for a while.