hire her again.”
“I remember yelling,” I whispered.
A memory flashed.
“A man yelling at Mom in a doorway.”
“That was William. I confronted him once. Caleb was there, holding onto the banister and watching us.”
Tears burned my eyes.
“I forgot all of this. I forgot everything.”
“Your mother packed you into the car that week. We never spoke about that family in this house again.”
“But Caleb is not William.”
“He is William’s son.”
Grandpa’s voice hardened.
“After what his father did to your mother, I didn’t care
