I nodded toward Silas.
“But he knows the adults around him have been keeping something from him. That uncertainty has frightened him enough to approach a stranger outside his school.”
“I wasn’t a stranger,” Silas said.
Daniel turned.
Silas continued, “I saw her help someone.”
His father’s expression shifted. The argument seemed to leave him all at once.
He sat down on the chair beside the bed.
For a while, nobody spoke.
Then Daniel picked up the framed photograph.
“Elena didn’t die,” he said.
Silas went completely still.
Daniel looked down at the woman in the picture.
“She became very sick after you were born. Not the kind of sick you catch from another person. She was sad and frightened, and sometimes she couldn’t tell which thoughts were true.”
Silas moved one step into the room.
“Where did she go?”
“She left.”
“Why?”
“She believed you would be safer without her.”
“Was I?”
Daniel flinched.
It was not an accusation. Silas had asked it with honest curiosity, and that made the question more difficult.
“I tried to keep you safe,” Daniel said.
“That’s not what I asked.”
I watched Daniel struggle for an answer that would neither blame Elena nor excuse the silence surrounding her.
“Some things were safer,” he finally said. “Some things were lonelier.”
Silas looked at the letters.
“Did she write to me?”
“I don’t know.”
“You knew her name was on them.”
“I recognized her handwriting.”
“Did you tell me she was dead?”
Daniel rubbed his hands over his face.
“I told you she was gone. When you asked if she was dead, I should have answered clearly. I didn’t.”
“Why?”
“Because I was afraid.”
Silas frowned.
“Adults aren’t supposed to be afraid of words.”
“No,” Daniel said softly. “But we are.”
A car door closed outside.
All three of us turned toward the front of the house.
A moment later, the lock moved.
Evelyn Granger entered carrying two cloth grocery bags. She was a slight woman with silver hair pinned loosely behind her head. Her expression brightened when she saw Silas.
“There you are, Danny.”
Daniel stood.
“Mom.”
She looked at him more carefully.
The smile faded.
“Oh.”
