From the author: Frank talks to Susan. Smith comes clean. EPILOGUE: 1969.
Frank Borman sat at his kitchen table with a glass of water and a crumpled sheet of looseleaf notebook paper. He’d been sipping at the water and scribbling on the paper with a dull pencil for the better part of an hour. He glanced up at the clock above the stove in the kitchen. It was just past eleven o’clock in the morning. The kids were at school. Susan was out grocery shopping. She’d be home soon, and Frank still didn’t know what to say to her.
He drank the rest of the water in his...