I remembered letters delivered to our home that Daniel took straight from the mailbox.

I remembered him calling my mother’s relatives dangerous and telling me she had suffered too much for us to discuss.

Childhood memories I had treated as ordinary began rearranging themselves.

“Why didn’t you come to my school?”

“I tried once.

A guard called Daniel before I reached the front office.

He told me that if I approached you again, he’d make sure I lost my job and the room I was renting.

He showed me photographs of you leaving school.”