I set the stone squarely in the middle of the picture so the wind wouldn’t take it.

“I know everything now,” I said out loud.

The wind pushed another clump of wet brown leaves across the grass.

I looked at the carved block letters of his first name.

The blind anger that had been burning in my chest since I found his first letter was completely gone.

I didn’t forgive him, and I didn’t excuse what he had done to me in that hospital.

But I didn’t need to carry his heavy lies anymore.