looked at Derek and me.
“I think I was wrong about what it protected.”
He slid the key toward the center of the table.
“It wasn’t protecting papers.”
I looked at him.
“What was it protecting?”
Dad smiled.
“A conversation we weren’t ready to have.”
Then he unfolded Granddad’s drawing beside it.
For the first time, I noticed something faint written in the lower corner.
Two names.
Manuel.
And beneath it, another name I did not recognize.
Dad did.
His smile disappeared.
“Luis.”
Mom looked at him sharply.
“Your brother?”
