Beneath her questions was a sentence she’d written in careful letters:

Grandma Margaret said she was wrong without telling us to stop asking.

I read it twice.

That was how trust began.

Not with a dramatic inheritance or a spectacular arrival, but with an adult willing to tell a child the truth.

PART 15: THE QUESTIONS THAT FOLLOWED US HOME

I learned quickly that a child’s questions do not arrive in a convenient order.

They appear in the car, at bedtime, and halfway through a perfectly ordinary breakfast.