“He had me doubting it for six long years,” I said.

I turned the silver band on my right ring finger once, feeling the tiny nick in the metal.

“You quit doubting the minute you watched that digital tape,” Sophie said.

“No,” I said.

“I quit doubting when I understood your father left us the truth because he knew we’d come looking for it.”

I reached back into the blue sedan parked on the gravel road and took the thermos of black coffee off the vinyl seat.

I poured two inches into the red plastic cap and passed it to Sophie.