OPAL

I turn to look at Quinton and find him staring at me already.

Like Bruce, he has signs of grief on his face even though he isn't bawling his eyes out. I say to him, "I never got to tell you how sorry I am that all of this happened, Quinton."

He shrugs. "I've bene grieving my father long before he died, Opal. Really. It hurts, but not as much as it did when he was shot and everything was revealed." He gives me a long look. "Do you know what I'm talking about."

I fold my arms and ...