He pulled an envelope from inside his jacket. Thick. Cream-colored. Sealed.
“What’s in it?”
“The truth about Dad.”
I let out a shaky laugh. “Dad stayed. He took care of her. He was there every day.”
“That’s what she thought too,” my brother said quietly.
“Read it,” I whispered.
“I can’t. Not here. Not yet.”
“Why not?”
“Read it.”
“Because once you know, you won’t be able to un-know it.”
A burst of laughter came from inside. Someone called my name.
