Tears slid down her cheeks. She dabbed them with a tissue, then looked at Margaret firmly. “You’ve given me more than I ever thought I’d have. Perhaps, proof that he left by choice. That’s… something.” She squeezed Margaret’s hand. “But I need to know. Did he make it? Where is he?”
Margaret swallowed hard. “I only came to hand you these.” Evelyn nodded, tears brimming. Then she looked up, her voice steadier. “I’ve lived with questions for forty years. I can’t go chasing answers anymore. But you found these. Maybe you can do what I couldn’t.”