For 25 Christmases, The Same Silent Stranger Appeared Outside Our House At Exactly The Same Time. He Never Spoke, Never Left A Note, And Every Year My Parents Called The Police In Panic. When I Turned 15, I Finally Stepped Outside And Asked, “Why Do You Keep Coming Back?” He Looked Straight At Me… And Burst Into Tears.

That is the thing about truth. It does not undo the past. It does not fix what was broken. But it gives you something to build on, a foundation, a starting point. David Mitchell spent twenty-five years waiting for me to find him. He died before I did. But his letter, his documents, his photographs, they reached me when he could not. He finally got continue reading …