“You should have it now.

And then you should decide what it means, because it took me a long time to decide, and I got it wrong for a while, and I don’t want you to.”

Chapter 27 — The Photograph

Inside was a photograph I had never seen: my father, young, holding me as a newborn, my mother beside him.

And standing behind them, one hand resting on my mother’s shoulder, smiling into the camera, was Truett Rennick.

The date on the back was three months before I was born.