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Calder stared at the red toolbox.

“I think he thought answering meant admitting he was wrong.”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry,” he said.

Laurel looked at him.

“For what?”

“For never looking.”

She nodded.

It was not absolution.

It was a beginning.

The following week, we sat around the apartment table with the letters.

Laurel removed three pages and sealed them in an envelope continue reading …