In business, he had always believed enough pressure could produce an outcome.

With his sons, he was learning the difference between helping and controlling.

At night, the boys wanted stories about Madeline.

Kenneth had avoided speaking about her since the accident.

He thought mentioning her would upset them.

Instead, he had left them with photographs and questions no one answered.

“She sang terribly,” he told them one evening.

“She didn’t care who heard.”