Then he said something that made it even worse.
“Please don’t tell your father yet.”
I took a step back.
“Grandpa… why?”
Suddenly, his eyes were filled with something I couldn’t comprehend.
Fear.
“Because if he finds out,” Father whispered, “he won’t let you come.
At that very moment, we heard Dad go down the stairs.
Grandpa immediately turned away from me.
Dad came into the room.
He looked at Grandpa.
Then he looked at me.
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” I said.
But Dad clearly didn’t believe me.
And for thefirst time in my life, I remembered all the warnings I had given myself.
Be careful with Grandpa.
Stop sitting on her lap.
You’ll understand one day.
That
night, I finally understood why.
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I waited for Grandpa to leave before I tell Dad.
“He asked me to sleep by his side tonight.”
Dad stood completely motionless.
For several seconds he didn’t speak.
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!”
