“He left it to me to protect it from being erased.

He knew you were trying to tear down the only place in the world where his memories of your family, of your mother, of Lily, of you, still lived.

He wasn’t fighting you, Caleb.

He was trying to save the last thing that held all of you.

Including you.” Caleb stared at that photograph for a long, long time, at the laughing boy on his father’s shoulders, at the four words in his father’s hand.

And slowly, the anger in his eyes drained away, and left behind it only a deep, quiet, forty-year-old sorrow.