They arrived in batches, forwarded by Jennifer's office, each one marked with Daniel's name and the return address of the correctional facility where he was serving his sentence. Emma didn't open them. She didn't need to read his words to know what they contained----apologies, justifications, pleas for understanding, requests for visits.

"You should destroy them," Robert suggested, watching her set another unopened envelope on the growing pile.

"I will," Emma said. "Eventually. ...