That was the part that frightened me.

He came out and he sat down at the kitchen table with his hands flat on it, the way I do, which he did not learn from me because I am not around enough for him to have learned anything from me, and he was completely calm and completely cold.

“Uncle David.”

“Yeah.”

“My mother and father were called Stephen and Rebecca and they died in a car accident on Route 17 in April of 2016.”

Chloe made a sound behind me.