Together with the mail and a recent photo of Jack and Caleb taken on their sixteenth birthday, we made the long drive home. I set the picture down on the passenger seat. Lily asked me halfway home, “Mom, will I ever know my brothers?”

I held onto the steering wheel and looked directly ahead. Somewhere, sweetie, I believe there is yet hope.

That was the most honest response I could provide. I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to forgive Ryan. But as soon as the video ended, I stopped waiting for Ryan to return home. And I’m finally grieving the truth rather than an unsolvable mystery for the first time in seven years.