My Family Toasted

no longer wanted anything from him that he could not freely give.

“Honesty,” I said.

He gave a short, humorless laugh. “About what?”

“The red folder. Did you know?”

His face closed.

There was my answer.

Still, I waited.

He rubbed a hand over his jaw.

“Yes.”

The word was quiet.

I gripped the edge of the counter.

“How long?”

“After your grandfather died.”

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