William looked at the photo one last time. He saw the young man with the mark on his arm—a mark that proved he had been a soldier, but also a man who had perhaps chosen to walk away. The orphanage story was finally over. It was time for the truth.
He would tell his children everything. They deserved to know the real history of their grandfather. It was eighty years late, but it was the right thing to do. He stood up and tucked the photo into his pocket.
He walked out into the bright, late afternoon sun. He took a deep breath of fresh air. The secrets were gone. He was ready to go home and tell the story of Heinrich, the man who had reinvented himself, and the woman who had helped him become Henry.