My Favorite Babysitter Disappeared on My 13th Birthday – 12 Years Later, She Appeared at My Door and Said, ‘Your Dad Thought He’d Gotten Rid of Me. It’s Time You Know the Truth’

Then I remembered the other envelope.

    It was under Dad’s contract.

“What about the money?”

Anna frowned.

“What money?”

“The cash Dad said you stole. Several hundred dollars.”

Her expression went still.

    “I never touched his money.”

I believed her before she finished speaking.

    “What about the money?”

Maybe because I wanted to.

Maybe because the past 12 years suddenly made more sense.

“If you’re really my mother, why didn’t you contact me?” I asked sadly.

“I tried.”

“I sent letters, but you were already gone, and they came back.”

“Mine didn’t.”

I looked at her.

“What?”

    “I sent letters.”

“I wrote to you for years and then only on every birthday. Your dad must have kept them.”

I stared.

“You sent them to Dad’s house?”

She nodded.

The place where I’d lived until college.

I felt sick.

    “You sent them to Dad’s house?”