My shock at seeing Ellie’s face was quickly replaced with anger. I could feel my fingers tightening on the photo. “Why do you have a picture of one of my students?” I asked flatly. I could hear the rage in my voice, lined with growing suspicion.

My mind raced as I tried to figure out what this could mean. I watched my father’s carefully placed mask, searching for any hint of emotion. I thought I detected a hint of anger in his angular jaw and just a tiny bit of disappointment ...