confronted William once.”
Then his expression softened.
“Caleb was there too.”
“He was?”
“Standing at the top of the stairs. Watching.”
I wiped tears from my face.
“How did I forget all of this?”
“You were very young.”
Grandpa sighed.
“Your mother packed everything and left that same week.”
He looked at me.
“Afterward, we never spoke that family’s name again.”
I stared down at Nora.
“But Caleb wasn’t William.”
“He was William’s son.”
“He was seven.”
“I know.”
Grandpa’s voice softened.
“But after what William did to your mother, I didn’t want to risk letting that family anywhere near you.”
Then he looked at Nora.
“And when you told me Caleb disappeared after learning you were pregnant…”
He stopped.
“I thought it proved me right.”
I felt something twist inside my chest.
“If he was really just like William, why did he spend two years with me?”
Grandpa didn’t
