It was all so sad. They hadn’t been much older than I am now in the beginning, and by the end, they were all so far off track. I didn’t know whether to cry, to be angry, or to be disgusted with all three of them. How could they be so selfish and blind to the ones they were supposed to care about? At the same time, I could see them making these mistakes, and I could also see why. And how easily it all fell apart. Ms. LaSalle’s reasons for wanting to keep these dark facts a secret were understandable. Julian would have to deal with the knowledge that his entire existence was a product of a betrayal that ultimately led to a death. But I couldn’t understand what Mr. Kyser wanted. Even though their marriage seemed doomed from the start, I couldn’t believe he’d put his family through this revelation, even if he did want to know Julian as his son. So why had he given me these books? Why did he want me to know all of this? I leaned my head against my bed. Mom and Dad would be home in a few hours.
