I poured two mugs of black tea and set one in front of him.

“Julian was very good at making people feel small if they questioned him,” I said.

“I should have backed you up at the funeral parlor,” Raymond said, looking up at me with red-rimmed eyes.

“When he demanded that key, I should have stepped between you.”

I reached across the table and touched his arm.

“Dad kept the truth locked up so nobody else would get hurt,” I said.

“You were fooled the same way the bank was.”