That is the whole of what moved me after eighteen years, and it was not justice and it was not an awakening.

It was a box on a form that had to be filled in by the fifteenth.

I went out to the shop and got the tobacco tin off the shelf and brought it in and put the receipt on the table next to the form.

Silas read it.

He read it twice, the way he reads a cut list.

And he said: “Thorne 1994.

That’s Granddad’s dad, isn’t it?