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“I don’t like keeping secrets,” I tell my dad and Grandpa as we walk through the woods.
“I know,” Dad says. “It’s not really a secret as much as it’s confidential, royal business.”
I sigh. “Does she know we’re coming?”
“Yes,” Grandpa says.
We follow the path a bit farther. I slow, not wanting to do this. “Does she know why we’re coming?”
“No,” Dad says. “I wanted to explain that to her in person.”
I sigh. I don’t like looking at people’s memories. It’s intrusive, and I know Grandma Cora wasn’t upset I saw it, but I feel bad. Then I ran and showed people. I shouldn’t have done that. I should have at least told her I was going to.
“We need to know what Grandma Cora can tell us, but we also need to know what’s true,” Grandpa says. “She had a journal and wrote horr
