“I pulled every single piece of it out of that bin,” she said quietly, “before the disposal truck came.

Every album, every journal, every photograph.

I cleaned them off and I kept them in the safe in my office, and I waited, because I knew, the way you know some things without being told, that Nora would not have wanted Arthur to have them.

She would have wanted you to have them, Julian.

So I held onto them until the estate was finally, completely closed, and no one could ever take them back.

And now I’m bringing them home.