“But they were a family, weren’t they? And she’d gotten very good at lying. It didn’t even feel like lying anymore. It felt like forgiveness, leaving the past in the past. It felt like mercy. It felt like moving on... And what was one more secret in this house packed to the attic with secrets? Roland had secrets. So did she. It gave them something in common. Roland might be onto something. Maybe the secrets didn’t have to be a wall between them. Maybe they could be a bridge.”
