There was no need.

We had cut the poison out of our family’s roots a year and a half before, and in the space it left behind, something resilient and beautiful had simply grown, and it was standing there at the water’s edge in an emerald halter top, laughing at pelicans, entirely unafraid of the light.

Chapter 18 — The Ledger of Accountability

The world beyond our family had moved on, in the way that the truth tends to force upon those who have built their lives on deceit.

When Mark received the archive of photographs from Liam’s camera, he had not screamed or made a scene.