Alex stowed his cell and walked up to the door, his steps as slow as his thoughts. The word about Curly was spreading through the family. Frank was worried about Zach. So was Alex. Everyone wanted Alex to talk to Zach. He wanted to talk to his dad, too, once he figured out what to say to him, what to ask him…his frown deepened.
It was a strange thing to realize your dad had lived a life you knew little about. That he had secrets. Why hadn’t his dad mentioned Charlie’s connection to Ellie Calvino that night? Or, if he didn’t want to do it in front of Curly, why not later? He frowned. He knew the names of his dad’s siblings, for the most part, but Charlie’s name hadn’t come up much. He’d thought he was dead, not missing. Was he presumed dead? Did it matter now? It felt like it did, though l
