And the only reason they are in a drawer is that I cannot stand for eleven words to be read out.
I have told myself four things about this.
That it is private. That she wrote it to me. That it is not my job to fix their case for them. That Mr Haldane has not asked.
And he has not asked. He has mentioned it twice, carefully, the way that man does everything, and both times I said I was thinking about it.
And the four months and eleven days, which is how long Ida knew and said nothing.
The second week of May to the eighteenth of September.
And I have made myself go back through what is in them, because there is a version of this where she simply stayed quiet and it was easy for her.
It was not easy.
On the ninth of May her children came with paperwork and were in that room for about forty minutes with the door shut. She never told me a word of what was said.
