The third was that they heard my account before he could rewrite it.
And now there was something else.
There might be a record of what he had been planning long before that night.
I didn’t know what the drawer contained.
I didn’t know how far the truth went.
But I finally understood why he had been so determined to keep me quiet.
It wasn’t only because he was afraid people would know what he had done that night.
He was afraid they might start asking what had happened before it.
And as the responders continued asking questions, I realized the story I had thought began with my baby’s first cry might have started much earlier.
This time, I wasn’t going to look away.
