And the instruction about my wife told me he feared what might happen if the information reached the wrong person too soon.
I still did not know what any of it meant.
That was the line I kept forcing myself not to cross.
Suspicion was not proof.
Dad himself had understood that.
It was exactly why he said he needed records before telling me everything.
He had not wanted to make an accusation he could not support.
He had not wanted me to believe him simply because he was my father.
He wanted something verifiable in his hands first.
That realization made me respect his silence differently.
Three days earlier, I had been frustrated that he would not answer my questions.
Now I understood at least the principle behind it.
