Until Camila unexpectedly solved the mystery.

She was recovering at home.

Still weak.

Still healing.

She sat comfortably on my lap, quietly coloring bright butterflies with her crayons.

Without warning, she looked up.

“Mommy?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Why is Grandpa in the picture?”

My entire body froze.

“What picture?”

She pointed toward an old family photo album continue reading …