with me.
Later that evening, my father sat down across from us.
He had spent much of the reception avoiding the subject. I assumed he was embarrassed, but when he finally spoke, his voice was quieter than I had ever heard it.
“Your grandfather told me about Daniel when I was seventeen,” he said. “Not the whole story. Just enough for me to understand that something had happened between them.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because he asked me not to discuss it.”
I looked at him.
“Why?”
“Because he
