YOUR SISTER TOLD YOU TO HIDE IN THE ATTIC AND NOT TELL YOUR HUSBAND—THEN YOU FOUND THE PASSPORTS UNDER THE FLOORBOARDS

door for an hour, not listening, just staying close enough to be found.

When he comes out, his eyes are red.

“He sounds sorry,” Noah says.

“Yes.”

“Is that enough?”

“No.”

He nods.

“Can I write him?”

Your heart tightens.

“Yes.”

The first letter Noah sends is three sentences.

I remember the farmhouse. I remember you read dinosaur books. I don’t know what I want continue reading …