Ruth, it began, I don’t have an explanation that will make the porch disappear.

I told myself you were lying because it was easier than admitting I didn’t want to hear you.

When my mother said she was handling the letters, I let her.

I was wrong long before the archive proved it.

The letter went on to say that seeing Jude, Wren, and Oliver had made him realize he could not recover the years he had missed by offering gifts or saying the right words.

He wanted to learn what was appropriate, and he asked me to set the pace the children needed.