My sister looked at the shoebox.

“For the first three years, while Mark was here, he told me they were from his brother’s mother-in-law and that she was unwell and had harassed Rebecca and that we were protecting Noah.

And I believed him, David, because I believed everything, that’s the entire story of my life from twenty-six to thirty-four.

“And then he was in prison and the truth came out and I opened one, and it was a woman writing to a little boy about a fishing trip she took with his mother in 1998, and asking whether he liked the color blue, because Rebecca liked blue.”

She stopped for a second.

“And I sat on this floor and I understood that I had a shoebox of letters from that child’s grandmother, and I did not call her.