“Robert was such a handsome man,” she whispered.
Then she looked up at me.
“Are you his sister?”
I felt something inside me collapse.
“I’m your daughter, Mom.”
She smiled politely.
“Oh, that’s lovely.”
I turned away so she wouldn’t see me cry.
But one question still tortured me.
“Why did you lock her bedroom door?”
Daniel looked ashamed.
“I was scared she’d wander out of the house at night. The first time it happened, I found her two streets away. I thought keeping the door locked would protect her.”
One of the officers gently interrupted.
“Locking someone in a bedroom can be dangerous, especially during an emergency. She needs a safer care arrangement.”
Daniel nodded.
“I know. I made a mistake.”
He explained that the gloves I’d seen were for cleaning up after my mother had knocked over a glass and broken it.
And the envelope?
