“I remember Grandpa had tools,” she said, watching him lay out the wood.

“I have tools too,” Brian answered.

“Will you shout if I make a mistake?”

The question hit him harder than any accusation I’d made.

“No,” he said.

“If we make a mistake, we work out how to fix it.”

She deliberately placed one screw crooked and looked at him.

Brian took a breath, inspected it, and smiled.