" I feel terrible for what my ancestors did to yours,’ she whispered. ‘My grandfather committed a brutal murder. You must feel outraged he was never punished. I’m so sorry . . .’ Aunty May rested her hand on Lisa’s shoulder. The old woman’s eyes clouded. ‘There are tears in every family,’ she said, patting Lisa’s back in a gentle, soothing rhythm. ‘Let go of the past. We’re family now. "

― Helen Brown , Tumbledown Manor