I called my father.
He answered on the third ring.
"Lena?"
"I need to know something," I said. "And I need you to tell me the truth."
"What?"
"Did you know Bridget was driving the night Mom died?"
Silence.
"Dad."
"Lena…"
"Yes or no."
A very long pause.
Then, quietly: "Yes."
The floor dropped out from under me.
"You knew."
"It's not that simple…"
"You...