Ruth set down her spoon.

“You couldn’t have known he would try to frame you with a gun.

Don’t rewrite the past so that you become responsible for his actions.”

I thought about the camera and the invented flight.

The trap I had set to catch a liar frightened me too.

I had been living like an investigator in my own home because I no longer felt safe enough to ask my husband honest questions.

That evening, Ruth helped me sort old photographs.