I didn’t tell Brad and Stephanie about the letter right away. I carried it around the house like a fragile object, rereading the lines where Frank admitted he’d failed me, where he finally named what I’d endured in silence. When I walked back into the attorney’s office, I expected another round of thinly veiled accusations. Instead, I laid the truth between us—my mother’s name, Linda’s history, the agreement I’d never known existed, and Frank’s apology.