My Neighbor Knocked in the Rain and Told Me to Take My Granddaughter Across the Street—From His Window, I Watched My Own Son Enter My House

That sentence mattered.

Then:

I blamed you for Camille because if you were responsible, I didn’t have to admit she was on that road because I pressured her.

I put the letter down.

Hours later, I finished.

He did not ask me to forgive him.

Good.

He asked me to make sure Rosalind never believed any of it was her fault.