“Even if Grandpa says it’s a secret?”

“Especially then.”

PART 5

My sister-in-law, Lauren, arrived with an overnight bag for Tessa and two cups of coffee we were too tired to drink.

She was Brian’s younger sister, and unlike Harold, she had never mistaken authority for kindness.

She listened while I explained the police visit, then sat silently for almost a minute.

“There was a time,” she said at last, “when I thought Dad’s temper had improved because he didn’t shout anymore.

But he didn’t get gentler.