“No.”
“You’re lying.”
“Harold, do not open that door.”
That was probably the worst thing she could have said.
He started walking toward it.
Grace grabbed his arm.
“Don’t.”
Harold looked at her hand.
She released him.
“Why?”
For once, the tears in Grace’s eyes looked real.
“Because there are things you don’t understand.”
Harold gave a cold laugh.
“You removed my bedroom door because you said there should be no secrets between family.”
Grace flinched.
He put his hand on the doorknob.
“So let’s stop having secrets.”
“Harold…”
He opened the door.
An elderly man stood on the porch.
Tall.
Thin.
Silver-haired.
Wearing a dark coat.
He looked first at Harold.
Then at Grace.
And all the color disappeared from his face.
For several seconds, the stranger simply stared.
Harold frowned.
“Can I help you?”
The man’s eyes filled with tears.
Behind us, Grace whispered,
“
No.”
The stranger looked at Harold again.
Then said something that made the entire hallway go silent.
“You have your father’s eyes.”
