Sharing them felt like opening a room I had kept locked for three years.

A week later, I brought a photograph of Ryan and Paige on their wedding day.

They were laughing in front of the courthouse, she in a simple cream dress and he in a borrowed jacket that didn’t quite fit.

Arthur studied it for a long time.

“She looks happy,” he said at last.

“She was.”

He didn’t ask whether she had missed him.

The question would have been unfair.