I pulled out the chair beside him.
“Would you like a break?”
Silas shook his head.
“I’ve had seven years of breaks.”
No one knew what to say to that.
Daniel returned to Elena’s letter.
“She says she wrote afterward. Once a month at first. Then on birthdays and holidays.”
He looked toward the hidden room, where the envelopes addressed to Silas waited on the bed.
“Those letters only started fourteen months ago.”
Evelyn pressed her lips together.
“The earlier ones never reached me.”
“Where did they go?”
“I don’t know.”
Daniel studied her face.
“Mom.”
“I found the first recent letter beneath the front mat,” she said. “There was no stamp. Elena must have brought it herself. After that, I gave her a post office box.”
“You helped her contact Silas without telling me.”
“I helped her write.”
“You hid the letters.”
“I was waiting for the right moment.”
