I almost laughed, but it came out as a harsh exhale. “No, Dad. You embarrassed yourselves. You chose the empty pew. Lily didn’t build it. Mia didn’t buy it.

I didn’t enforce it. You built your own monument to pride, and the whole world saw it.”

“You honestly think a six-year-old understands the gravity of what she did?” he challenged.

“She understands grace far better than you ever have.”

His voice turned lethal. “Watch your tone, boy.”

I looked down at the street, at strangers carrying iced coffees and walking their golden retrievers, completely unaware that a man three stories up was dismantling his own history.