« My mother’s name was Hannah. »
« I know. »
Grandpa stepped between us. « You have no right to come here. »
Cole pulled a worn envelope from his vest.
« I’ve wanted answers from you for twenty years, Benjamin. I know what you did back then. You won’t fool anyone else. »
« I know. »
He placed it on the table.
Grandpa tore it open.
A photograph slipped out.
His face turned pale.