“Your grandfather wasn’t a harsh man. He was good. Too good for his own family.”

I swallowed hard. “My parents never told me about you.”

“They couldn’t. Gregory made sure I was out of your life.”

Wyatt stood at the bed rail, his hand on the metal. Harvey looked over at him.

“Stay, young man. You need to hear this too.”

He lowered himself into a chair with difficulty and opened the briefcase again.