My Dying Husband Asked Me to Adopt a 16-Year-Old Girl—The Day After His Funeral, She Whispered, “He Spent Your Entire Marriage Lying to You”
Eventually in a storage container beside old tax returns.
Perfect.
Secrets gain power when adults build altars around them too.
The photographs were history.
Not scripture.
Richard’s letters were evidence of who he had been at one point.
Christopher’s letters captured his attempts to explain himself.
They did not get final authority over any of us.