bedroom.
“Mom, promise you won’t tell anyone.”
I lowered my voice.
“What won’t you let Uncle Jason do again?”
His mouth began to tremble.
Every terrible possibility my mind could create seemed to arrive at once.
I sat down beside him.
“What did he do?”
Tyler covered his face with both hands.
Then he leaned closer to me and whispered,
“Uncle Jason keeps making Grandma sign things when you’re not here.”
For a few seconds, I couldn’t understand what he meant.
“Sign what?”
“I don’t know.”
“What things, Tyler?”
“Papers.”
I stared at him.
He wiped his face.
“He brings a folder upstairs when you leave.”
“How do you know?”
Tyler hesitated before answering.
“Because I saw.”
He explained that one afternoon, he had been sitting in Mom’s room reading when Jason arrived upstairs carrying a folder.
Jason told Tyler to go downstairs.
“So I went.”
“Okay.”
“But then I
