Chapter 6

"One night," I whispered as the scattered applause faded.

"Can I tell the truth about one night?"

Iris looked across the narrow wooden table at her grandmother, then turned her head toward her father sitting under the bright stage lights.

She leaned close enough that only I could hear her over the low murmur of the room.

"One night," she whispered back. "Not all of me."

I unclasped my fingers, drew the single white envelope from my bag, and laid it flat on the wooden table.

I gave them one envelope.

One night.

Nothing else.

I unsealed the flap and…