Grandpa looked at me sadly.
“I always wondered if you did.”
Tears burned behind my eyes.
“Why didn’t Mom ever tell me?”
“She wanted that chapter closed.”
Grandpa paused.
“And after she died, I wanted the same thing.”
I looked toward Nora.
“But Caleb was a child.”
“I know.”
“You hated him because of what his father did?”
“I didn’t know him well enough to hate him,” Grandpa said. “I simply didn’t want anything connected to William coming back into your life.”
His expression hardened.
“And then Caleb disappeared when you told him you were pregnant. I thought that proved I had been right.”
That hurt because part of me agreed.
But another question kept digging at me.
“If Caleb only wanted to hurt me, why spend nearly two years with me first?”
Grandpa said nothing.
That silence mattered.
Because suddenly I understood something.
Grandpa knew what William had done.
