I spent eighteen years confusing the absence of a conversation with the absence of pain.

Then:

I thought if you did not know, you could not grieve. I failed to understand that the truth belonged to your own history whether you remembered Elena or not.

I gave it to her.

She read it.

Then hugged me.

No grand speech.

Enough.

PART 57 — THE QUESTION ABOUT FORGIVENESS

“Do you forgive us?”