Then he asked:
“Those same words?”
“Yes.”
“And he told you not to tell me?”
My silence was enough. his name of pile.
“What’s going on?” I asked insistently.
Dad took the car keys.
“You won’t go there alone.”
“Then something is wrong!”
He stared at me.
“Emily, I never said that.”
“You’ve been warning me about him for years!”
Dad rubbed his face with both hands.
“I was trying to protect…”
He stopped.
“Protect who?”
He didn’t want to answer.
Twenty minutes later, we were driving to Grandpa’s house.
Neither of us spoke.
My imagination got worse with every kilometer.
