But there is a difference between not knowing the future and someone intentionally withholding the past.

I learned that distinction the hard way.

Years after Arthur died, I visited the estate during an Open Door Initiative summer program.

The garden looked different.

Nora had replaced part of the formal lawn with native plants because maintaining acres of perfect grass was absurdly expensive and ecologically ridiculous.

Arthur would have complained.

Then secretly approved.

Inside the library, a group of seventeen-year-olds played chess.