That indifference is exactly what makes it powerful.

Everything human in a family’s orbit — memory, testimony, loyalty, love — bends, over time, toward the story the powerful prefer.

Only the paper stays put.

And so a man who wanted to leave behind a truth that would survive his own family’s determined revision had exactly one reliable medium available to him: not the memories of the people he loved, which would drift, but the cold documents, which would not.

Alistair chose the documents.