She did not respond.

Whitney did.

She wrote to say she had started seeing a counselor and wanted to understand why her first instinct had always been to defend the family story, even when it hurt somebody.

She asked if she could send Noah a book for his first birthday.

I said yes.

A week later, a parcel arrived with a picture book about a fox finding his way home.

Inside, Whitney had written: For Noah, who has more people who love him than he knows.