Her sharp question cut right to the heart of my inner struggle.

I thought of little Daisy finding a piece of her dead father’s secret tucked inside her stuffed bear.

I thought of my four other daughters, who had spent five years grieving their father and brothers while slowly accepting Austin as a permanent part of our lives.

Whatever truth was waiting at that storage facility, the fallout would shatter their world all over again.

“I’m just trying not to destroy what’s left of my family’s peace before I actually know the whole truth,” I said defensively.