Didn't think it was my place. It happened over twenty years ago, so it would just be reopening old wounds. And we didn't know for sure—just we knew it was a possibility.

A strong possibility.

[All reasons. Maybe not good ones. At the end of the day, it mostly comes down to not waking sleeping dogs.]

And I don't know if you've noticed this about me, but I'm not one who shares a whole lot. Sometimes it's easier just to sit on a secret than to spread it around further. Most of the time, really.