“It says your father loved us more than anything in this world,” I whispered.

“I know he loved us, but that’s definitely not all it says,” Daisy pushed gently.

“Does it tell us what really happened to Dad and my brothers?” she went on.

I looked down at my youngest child and saw traces of the little girl who had lost her whole world overnight.

Her dark hair was tangled from sleep, and one sleeve of her oversized pajamas had slipped down over her small hand as she clutched the damaged teddy bear to her chest.

She certainly deserved to know the truth about her family.