knew.
Finding them in the boiler room.
Taking them home.
The years of survival and three jobs and the decision to never contact the authorities.
They nodded through this part.
They knew it, or most of it, in a way you know the story of how you came to exist, the outlines, the emotions, without the granular specificity of the actual experience.
Then Walter got to the part they didn’t know.
The morning after.
He had gone back to the school.
This would have been early on December 12th, the
