A tiny flicker of tension crossed his face before he quickly hid it.

It happened so fast that I might have missed it if I hadn’t been watching him so closely.

“What on earth makes you ask a question like that out of nowhere?” he asked defensively.

“I’m just trying to make sense of what happened to my family,” I told him.

“Hannah, it was a tragic accident caused by a terrible storm,” he said firmly.

“That’s what you’ve always told me,” I pointed out.