We were all told not to ask questions.

My aunt showed up with him dressed exactly like that—bow tie, slick hair, leather briefcase stuffed with a Little Blue Truck book—and said he had something “very important” to say.

I thought it was just another one of her odd parenting choices. She’d always treated him like a tiny adult. But this felt… more calculated.

She kept saying, “Let him speak. Just listen.”

So we sat on the brown couch. Me, my uncle, my grandmother, even my dad, who never showed up to anything.

And then my cousin Felix stood up, pulled out a folded sheet of yellow paper, and began reading from it. Not stuttering. Not playing.

He said:
“On the morning of May 6th, I heard what Grandma said in the garage.”

Everyone froze.

No one had mentioned May 6th.

No one had told him anything about the garage.

And definitely no one told him the part he said next.

He looked up at my aunt for a brief second, then continued:
“Grandma was talking to someone. She said… she said she was going to make it all disappear. Make the truth disappear.”

The room went still. My grandmother’s face went pale. Her lips pressed together tightly.

“Felix, honey,” my aunt said, her voice strained, “Where did you hear that?”

Felix didn’t even flinch. He just folded the paper and slipped it back into his briefcase with the seriousness of someone three times his age.

“I heard it in the garage. I was looking for my toy car, but when I saw Grandma… I hid. I didn’t want her to know I was there.”

My uncle spoke up. “What else did you hear, Felix?”

Felix stared at him for a second, then his eyes drifted to the window. I followed his gaze, trying to make sense of everything. The way he looked so serious, so sure of himself—it didn’t fit the picture of a kid his age.

“I heard her say that you,” he pointed at my dad, “wouldn’t know what to do with it anyway. And then she laughed. Like she had a secret.”

My dad, who had been quiet up until then, suddenly shifted in his seat. His face turned ashen.

I looked over at my grandmother. She was gripping the arm of the couch so tightly that her knuckles were white. I’d never seen her so nervous. She always exuded a sense of control. This was something different.

“No one should’ve heard that,” she muttered, more to herself than anyone else.

I was trying to piece everything together. What could Felix have overheard? What was so important about that day?

Felix, still standing tall, tilted his head as if he were thinking, then added one more thing.

“Oh, and she said it had to be done before someone else found out. That’s why she was hiding it in the garage.”

My heart sank. My dad’s hand had gone to his forehead, his fingers rubbing his temples like he was trying to erase the memory.

“I think it’s time to tell him,” my dad said quietly.

Tell me what?

My aunt glanced at Felix, then at the rest of us, before standing up and walking toward the door. “I’ll be right back,” she said. “Stay here.”

As she left, the rest of us exchanged looks. My uncle was the first to speak.

“Do you think he’s lying?” he asked, his voice low, uncertain.

“I don’t know,” my grandmother replied, shaking her head. “But Felix… he doesn’t lie. Not like that.”

“I don’t know if I want to know the truth,” my dad muttered, more to himself. “I’ve spent years running from it.”

“From what?” I asked, my curiosity getting the best of me.

My dad looked up, his eyes filled with a mix of frustration and sadness. “The truth about what happened on May 6th. What Grandma did.”

I wanted to ask more, but before I could, my aunt came back into the room, her face pale.

“Sit down, everyone,” she said quietly, motioning for Felix to sit beside her.

Felix climbed up onto the couch, still dressed in his little suit, and adjusted his bow tie as if it were the most normal thing in the world. My aunt looked at him, and then she looked at all of us.

“I know you’ve all been confused,” she began, her voice trembling slightly. “And I know you have a lot of questions. But Felix has heard something he wasn’t supposed to hear. He’s not lying.”

My grandmother’s hand was still shaking. She was quiet now, her usual confidence completely gone.

My aunt continued, “The truth is… I’ve been trying to protect all of you. There’s something I didn’t want anyone to know. Something that happened years ago. And it involves your dad, your grandmother, and… and me.”

The room grew even quieter. I could feel the tension building. Felix didn’t look scared, though. He just watched, as if everything was normal.

“I wasn’t sure if I should tell you all,” my aunt said, glancing around the room. “But Felix, well… he deserves the truth.”

She looked at Felix, then took a deep breath. “I was the one who hid it in the garage. I was the one who made the call to make it all disappear. Your grandmother didn’t want anyone to know what happened.”

Felix spoke up again, in his calm voice. “She said it had to be done before anyone found out. That’s why she was so worried.”

My aunt nodded slowly. “And she was right. It was going to destroy everything. Your father, your grandmother… the whole family. I thought I could fix it. But I couldn’t.”

My father was shaking his head now, his face pale, lips pressed tight. “What the hell did you do?”

My aunt stared at him for a moment, and then she whispered, “I covered it up. I covered up the accident.”

“What accident?” I asked, finally feeling the weight of what was happening.

My aunt looked at all of us, and then, with tears welling up in her eyes, she spoke. “Years ago, your father… he made a mistake. He was involved in a car accident. And your grandmother didn’t want anyone to know about it because it would ruin everything.”

It took a moment for the words to sink in. My dad? In an accident? I couldn’t imagine it.

“But… why?” I asked, confused. “Why would you cover that up? Why didn’t we know?”

My aunt wiped her eyes. “Because it wasn’t just a regular accident. Your father was drunk. He caused the crash. And… and someone got hurt. Someone who couldn’t speak up.”

The room was so silent that I could hear the tick of the clock on the wall. I looked over at my dad. His eyes were wide, full of regret and guilt.

“So you hid it? All of it?” I whispered.

“I had no choice,” my aunt said, her voice cracking. “I thought we could fix it. I thought we could move on. But it was too late. I had to protect the family. Protect Felix. Protect all of you.”

Felix, who had been quietly listening, looked up at my dad with those serious eyes. “You didn’t tell anyone, Daddy,” he said. “But I think now you should. Don’t you?”

My dad’s breath hitched. He looked at my aunt, and for the first time in years, he seemed truly vulnerable. “I should’ve told you all. I should’ve come clean.”

Felix took his tiny hand and placed it gently on my dad’s knee. “It’s never too late to fix things, right?”

And in that moment, I understood something profound. My cousin, at seven years old, had somehow been the one to push us toward the truth. He didn’t just repeat what he’d overheard in the garage. He became the catalyst for change.

Sometimes, the hardest thing to do is face the truth. The thing that’s been buried, hidden, pushed away for years. But Felix’s innocence—his untainted belief in doing what was right—gave all of us the courage to come clean.

I saw it in my dad’s eyes. The shame, yes, but also the hope. Maybe it was possible to fix things. To stop hiding.

That night, we stayed up late, talking. And as we spoke, I realized that the past could only stay buried for so long. But the future? That was still ours to shape.

Felix had taught us all a lesson that day: no matter how old you are, it’s never too late to make things right.

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