Linda began crying.
The three of us embraced.
But the story didn’t end there.
Three days later, I received a phone call from my aunt’s house.
Elizabeth had passed away.
Her attorney informed me that she had left one final letter for me.
It contained only four short statements.
“Mary, I didn’t tell you the whole truth.
Robert wasn’t the only person responsible for what happened.
Your mother knew everything from the very beginning.
And the most horrifying part is that she was the one who arranged the attempt to erase your memories so you would never be able to testify against Robert.”
At that moment, I realized that our family’s history wasn’t simply built on lies.
It was built on a crime that had been concealed for decades by the two people I had trusted more than anyone in the world.
I am 63 years old now.
