“He should see what the burden looked like,” he said.

“He should see a message from you.

Don’t tell the younger boys they need to get an answer back before they’re allowed to feel better.”

“I won’t.”

He had one final envelope.

I opened it with him present.

It contained a clear copy of Daniel’s old letter.

There was no extra message pretending to be written by his father and no threat under the paper.