Then, 25 years ago, Richard didn’t come home for dinner. At dawn, they found his body at the bottom of the river gorge. The police called it an accident. I never questioned it; I couldn’t imagine the truth was so much more horrible. Richard’s funeral was the darkest day of my life. Damian was strangely calm. While I cried until I had no tears left, he remained silent, an expression on his face that now sends shivers down my spine.