Not once did I wonder whether the discovery would change the past.

It could not.

But it would change the story I had been forced to live with.

PART 14

That evening Tobias sat across from me at the kitchen table while Lillian made soup.

We read the letters in order, taking breaks whenever one of us needed air.

Jonah wrote about the wiring job he had found, the neighbor who lent him a crib, and the small garden he hoped to plant.

He wrote about fear too.