He said his intentions had been to protect the family.

He did not apologize for lying about the deed.

He did not acknowledge the intercepted letters.

He did not once ask how I had been injured.

For an hour, I stared at the pages and tried to decide whether they deserved an answer.

Then I remembered something Wayne used to say when people offered explanations instead of responsibility: An explanation tells you how the fire started.

It doesn’t rebuild the house.