I spent the next day walking around. The sisters and children spent the day outside while the men and I went four-wheeling. It had been a pleasant day and as we returned to the cabin early that evening, we definitely expected Nana to be there, but alas we were wrong. Many of us were worried; it seemed no one had been able to track her down. Eventually my father and I were packing to leave and the question of where their mother was came up once again. Jennifer had finally got it! "Well, where is he?" someone asked. "She's here." Jen's words hit her: “err. I mean, he's in Denver…traveling…” But it was already too late, my father knew. His mother was waiting for him to leave. She was choosing to prevent conflict between her husband and her son. She was choosing her manipulative husband over her youngest child and her oldest