had taken away my chance to understand the truth about the most important moment of my life.
But I also thought about the twenty years that followed.
Raymond never used the boys to manipulate me.
He never demanded affection.
He never revealed his sacrifice.
He simply stayed.
Three days later, I bought two coffees and drove to his house.
When Raymond opened the door, neither of us spoke for several seconds.
Finally, I handed him one of the cups.
“I still don’t know exactly what this is,” I told him. “
