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in his water.

“Did Grandpa hate us?”

Laurel closed her eyes briefly.

I could have blamed Ellis.

I could have protected him.

I could have told Keaton that grown-up relationships were complicated and left him with another polished sentence that explained nothing.

“No,” I said. “Your grandfather did not hate you.”

“Then why did he hide the letters?”

“Because continue reading …