“I know that now,” she said quietly.
“But I believed her.
I had no reason not to.”
My chest felt hollow.
Thirty-six years.
Carol had known.
She had looked me in the eye every single day and never said a word.
“There’s more,” Anna said.
She stood up and walked to a drawer in the hallway.
When she came back, she was holding an old envelope.
She placed it on the table between us and said:
“She sent me this.
About six months after I came to your door.
I’ve kept it ever since.
I never knew whether to contact you or just let it go.”
I looked down at the envelope.
The handwriting on the front was Carol’
