“They’re real.”
“Does that mean everything in them is true?”
“Not necessarily. Letters tell us what someone was thinking when they wrote them. That’s why the adults need to read them carefully and decide how to explain them to you.”
Silas nodded.
“Will they let me read them?”
“That is something you should ask them.”
He looked across the kitchen.
“Dad?”
Daniel turned immediately.
“Yeah?”
“Can I read Mom’s letters?”
Daniel glanced at Evelyn. She looked away.
Not long before, that glance would have become another silent agreement made over Silas’s head.
This time, Daniel pulled out the chair across from him and sat down.
“Some of them may contain things that are difficult to understand,” he said. “But they were written to you.”
“So yes?”
“Yes. We’ll read them together.”
“All of them?”
Daniel took a breath.
“All of them.”
Silas set down the pencil.
