“Then something is wrong!”
He stared at me.
“Emily, I never said that.”
“You’ve been warning me about him for years!”
Dad rubbed his face with both hands.
“I was trying to protect…”
He stopped.
“Protect who?”
He didn’t want to answer.
Twenty minutes later, we were driving to Grandpa’s house.
Neither of us spoke.
My imagination got worse with every kilometer.
When we arrived, Grandpa was waiting for us at the door.
The moment he saw Dad, he sighed.
“I asked him not to tell you yet.”
“And you really thought I wouldn’t?”
Grandpa outlined a tired smile.
“No. I guess not.”
I stood behind
