were manageable in the sense that Walter believed, had to believe, that the truth could be demonstrated eventually.
But if his sons, he thought of them as his sons, had thought of them as his sons for 20 years even though he’d never had the legal right to call them that, if they started digging into Walter’s history to defend him, they might find the thing he had buried.
The thing from that first December night.
The thing he had seen when he went back to the school the morning
