Theodore's pov 

“He’s dead,” I informed her to buy time and to take away any idea she was having in her head whatever it was. I couldn’t help but think she was looking forward to meeting him.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know,” she apologized her hands flying to her mouth to cover it. She must have been absent minded when Conner announced his death earlier at the house. I nodded and her question came again.

But what was he like? I have never known him beyond the only the last and only vivid memory I had of him. Others were blurry and seemed vague

“Why did we leave our big house daddy?” I remembered asking my father one night when we had to squeezed in a small store to spend the night.

My mother began to cry on hearing my question but my father was bold and convinced about what he knew, he looked at me while stroking my hair gently

“We had to leave the big house because your grandfather is a man of integrity,” he said with a broad smile on his face. I didn’t understand, truth be told, I didn’t want to understand. All I wanted then was to go back to the big comfortable house.

Thinking about it now, I should have enjoyed the coziness and warmth we shared then. Just the three of us together; father, mother, and me. Summer was looking at me with sheer interest awaiting my reply, I cleared my throat softly

“He was a man of integrity.” I admitted through my teeth, not out of conviction but because that was all my parents ever said. But was he though?