He smiled with tears in his eyes.

“She’d be pleased someone remembered the ordinary things.”

PART 19

We began holding what Paige called our Sunday truth hour.

The name sounded dramatic, but the practice was simple: tea, open calendars, and permission to ask something uncomfortable without being mocked or interrupted.

Sometimes there was nothing to discuss.

Sometimes the questions lasted two hours.

One Sunday Paige asked Gregory, “Did you ever worry that I wasn’t really your daughter?”