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“BUT I DIDN’T!” NATE declares. “Yes, you did, Nate,” Helen says. “I’ve seen the article.” Not long after our conversation, Helen arrives back at the Rectory. Nate has calmed down—well, as calm as he ever gets. I am still completely in the dark about what he wrote that set Anna off. “What did you write, Nate?” I say, wondering again why anyone thought him writing another article for the Gazette was a good idea. “Only the truth, Father, I swear,” he says, holding one hand on his heart and raising the other like he’s being sworn in to give testimony at a trial. “That’s what you said last time.” “But I didn’t do what I did last time,” Nate says firmly. “I stuck to the facts I uncovered in my research. I quoted everyone I interviewed exactly. I’ve got the notes and the recordings to prove