Some had lines mentioning an older brother, then those lines stopped suddenly in later years.

They didn’t prove any financial wrongdoing.

They proved that an entire household had learned to talk around a man who was still alive.

“Why are you helping us, then?” I asked.

“Because I can’t take back believing him.

But I can stop helping him get everyone else to believe him too.”

I came home carrying another folder of ordinary papers.

Lucas was at the kitchen table trying to tighten the loose handle on a saucepan.