What he said would change everything I thought I knew about my daughter-in-law’s family.
But to understand why, I need to go back four years.
My name is Abigail.
When my son Bryce first introduced us to Beth, I liked her immediately.
She was thoughtful, funny, and had a wonderful way of making people feel comfortable.
There was just one subject nobody in her family seemed willing to discuss.
Her father.
Before Jacob and I met Janet, Bryce pulled us aside.
“There’s something you need to know,” he said. “Don’t ask about Beth’s dad. Not a joke, not a question, nothing.”
Jacob frowned. “Is there a reason?”
“Just trust me, Dad. Please.”
We respected that boundary.
Over the next four years, we visited Janet’s house dozens of times.
I noticed there wasn’t a single photograph of Beth’s father anywhere.
Not on the staircase, not in the hallway, not even among the family pictures in the living room.
