Caleb had known.

Not every detail.

Enough.

The final letter from him had been written when he was twenty-one.

Sarah,

I know you may never answer. I only want to know Chloe is okay.

I don’t expect her to remember me. Maybe that’s better.

Granddad died last month. Dad is trustee of what he left me until I’m thirty. Apparently the old man trusted William with money more than people.