“You have kids?”
“A son and a daughter. Thirty-two and twenty-nine. And I’ve already got two grandchildren.”
I was afraid too.
I turned to Mom.
“I have a son of my own, and now I find out he has cousins? And you knew all along?”
“We were protecting our family.”
“You were protecting yourselves.”
Mom started crying.
You knew all along?
“You taught me history matters. Why did you erase mine?”
“I was afraid of losing my daughter.”
“Well, you nearly did.”
I swallowed.
“Did Dad regret it?”
You were protecting yourselves.
“Terribly. He wrote you a letter before he died.”
“The envelope you were looking for?”
She nodded. “I couldn’t bring myself to give it to you.”
“Get it, Mom.”
She returned with a sealed envelope.
Even after his death, Dad had one final truth waiting for me.
He wrote you a letter.
I opened it.
“Dad tried to find Michael?”
