“I wasn’t trying to scare you.”
“Well, you succeeded.”
“I’m sorry.”
I believed him.
Ellie tugged my sleeve.
“Was Uncle Adam nice?”
I looked down at her.
She knew Adam’s name, but I had barely told her anything about him.
That realization hurt.
Somewhere along the way, I had repeated part of what my family had done.
I had turned grief into silence.
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“He was very nice,” Ben said.
I looked at him.
“He adored your mom.”
Ellie’s eyes widened.
