The single most powerful thing I could do for my mother was to refuse to lose mine.

So I took the anger and I set it in a corner of myself where it could wait, and I picked up a pen instead, and I got to work.

Chapter 12 — Evidence, Not Anger

Over the next several days, quietly and methodically, we built the record.

I will not pretend to lay out a manual for it, both because every situation is its own and because I am not the person to be handing out that kind of instruction.

But in broad terms, with Victoria guiding what mattered and what did not, we gathered the paper and the messages that showed, plainly and in Gavin’s own hand and voice, what he had been doing.