And Frances — keep this in mind as you read.

Your husband thought through every single step of this while his mind was sharp and clear.

Whatever it looks like today, he knew exactly what he was doing.”

My fingernail broke the tape seal, and I drew out a folded sheet of stationery, and there was Lawrence’s handwriting — the same neat script I had read on a thousand grocery lists across sixty-nine years.

I would know that handwriting anywhere on earth.