"Grace, don't scare me like that. Your brother's a damn idiot who never knows when to shut up. Don't listen to his nonsense," my dad said, grabbing my hand in a panic. "Let me explain—things aren't how you think."

I gave him a small smile, "It's okay. I'm fine."

And on the surface, I really did seem fine. I could even manage a smile.

"So what really happened? Can you tell me?" I looked him straight in the eye. "I think I at least have the right to ...