Gavin had helped me.

Gavin had told me who he was and what he believed had happened to my mother.

Those facts could stand while another fact waited to be established.

I did not know the answer yet.

I knew I would not ask him to provide the only version of it.

I picked up the phone again.

My name was Serena Rochester.

This time, I would decide the questions—and I would read the evidence before anyone decided the ending for me.