That was not enough.

Mark, meanwhile, photographed the dates and then photographed my father’s messages, and when Danny asked why, he said, because my memory gets worse when people start changing dates, and Linda gave a small surprised laugh and said that was the first sensible thing anyone had said all night, and for a moment, around that table, with the truth finally laid flat where everyone could see it, something eased.

It did not fix anything.

I want to be honest about that, because there is a version of this story where the dates come out and the family mends, and that is not the version I got.