Written shortly after Theresa died.

Addressed to Sadie.

I am sorry that I spent so many years helping from far away because distance was easier for me. I told myself it respected your mother’s wishes. Maybe sometimes it did. Other times I think I was simply protecting my own life from becoming uncomfortable.

I stopped.

At least he knew.

Another:

Hannah is kinder than you imagine. That is part of why telling her frightens me. I think she would understand Theresa. I do not know whether she would understand me.

My eyes filled.