“Will you tell me if something isn’t true?”
“I’ll tell you what I remember.”
“And Grandma can tell me what she remembers.”
Evelyn came to the table.
“And maybe Mom can tell me what she remembers,” Silas finished.
Daniel’s expression became guarded again.
“That part will take time.”
“Because she’s sick?”
“Because I need to be sure she is ready.”
Silas thought about this.
“Do you mean sure she’s ready, or sure you’re ready?”
No one moved.
Daniel stared at his son, then gave a small, tired laugh that held no amusement.
“Both.”
It was the most honest thing he had said all afternoon.
Denise arranged for Evelyn to stay with Daniel and Silas that night. The house would be inspected for blocked exits, and a local support service would help sort the bills and remove anything creating a safety hazard. Nothing needed to be decided in one evening.
