“You’re right.”

I caught his eye across the room and saw how hard that small act had been.

For years he had tried to protect us by deciding what we should know.

Now he was learning that respect sometimes meant standing back.

The next weekend he and Paige went to the hardware store to buy supplies for the archive shelves.

They returned arguing cheerfully about which shade of blue would look best.

Paige had chosen a bold color; Gregory preferred gray.