Andre had his arm around me, and I snuggled close to his side as we sat on the large leather couch in front of the roaring fire he’d built. He’d let me cry until my tears dried up, and then we’d moved here to relax. Now, we sat in silence. He was letting me lead the conversation wherever I wanted it to go.

When I finally felt ready to speak, my voice was hoarse. “I have a lot of fond memories of my grandfather.” I swallowed the lump in my throat, grateful I was all ...