At seventy-four years old, I believed I understood the rhythm of my life. I believed I had already faced its greatest joys and deepest sorrows. When you reach a certain age, surprises no longer seem likely. You assume the chapters ahead will be quieter, more predictable. I certainly did. I thought I was simply hiring a crew to fix a leaking roof. I never imagined that decision would uncover a long-buried secret—and ultimately change…
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