Mr. Larkin lay on his bed, his face pale and tired. His breathing was slow. Josey stood near the table mixing his medicine into a small glass of water. The air was tense, thick with unspoken words.

Josey fetch him his meds and a glass of water,”

Josey turned back to her husband and placed a photograph in his hand. “Look at this,” she said softly.

Mr. Larkin adjusted his glasses and squinted. It was a photograph — his father, Mr. Peter, kneeling to Madam Monika. The two of them looked calm and oddly close. “What am I looking at?” he asked slowly.

Josey crossed her arms. “Proof,” she said,...