I stepped back, out of his reach.

“You didn’t want to know, David,” I said, and I felt an exhausted kind of pity for him.

“That’s different.

You had a wife telling you his own father frightened her, and you chose to call her dramatic, because believing her would have cost you the family you needed to be perfect.

You didn’t lack the information.

You lacked the courage to look at it.” Across the room, Sienna stood up.

She was crying, but her voice, when it came, was steady in a way I had never heard from her.