Dad took it carefully.
His name was written across the front.
MANUEL — WHEN THE BOYS ARE OLD ENOUGH TO UNDERSTAND.
Dad’s hands trembled.
“I never knew this existed.”
Inez, standing near the doorway, said nothing.
Mom moved beside Dad.
He opened the envelope.
Inside were three pages.
The first was another letter from my grandfather.
The second was a hand-drawn map.
And the third contained a list of names.
Dad read the letter in silence.
Then he sat down.
“Manuel?” Mom whispered.
He looked at Derek.
Then at me.
“The
