better than letting him control the rest of our lives.”
“And you never thought I should get a say in that?”
Caleb went silent.
That silence was my answer.
I looked at him, then at William’s house.
Every man who claimed to love a woman in my family had decided what she was allowed to know.
“William decided for my mother. Grandpa decided what pieces of my own childhood I could hold. You decided when I deserved the truth.”
Caleb’s face fell.
“You let him choose what I got to
