“He married later, but his wife died before he did.

He spent much of his life helping families find stable housing.

He used to say he knew what it was like to have a home ready for someone who couldn’t come.”

I covered my mouth.

“Did he hate me?” I asked.

“No.

He was angry for years, but even when he was hurt, he said he hoped you were happy.

He didn’t know your parents kept his letters.”