Instead it felt like filling out forms, checking dates, and asking for a second copy of a document someone had lost.

But when Andrea submitted the request, I felt something I had not expected.

Relief.

The truth was no longer carried only inside my memory.

It had entered the record.

The evening before the review request was submitted, Tobias and I had an argument over the forged letter.

I wanted to publish it online immediately, with Celia Brandt’s name and my father’s name printed beside it.

I wanted everyone who had ever told me to stop searching to see that I had been right.