"The papers are old ones. The radio's faked—some sort of recording. I could show you if I could get at it."
"These papers might be faked," she said, pointing to where she'd let them drop on the ground.
"They're new," he said. "Only old papers get yellow."
"But why would they do it to me? Why?"
"Come with me to the mainland, Mary. That'll set you straight quicker than anything."
"I couldn't," she said, drawing back. "He's coming tonight."
"He?"
"The man who sends me the boxes ... and my life."
Jack shivered. When he spoke, his voice was rough and quick. "A life that's completely a lie, that's cut you off from the world. Come with me, Mary."