Thomas, I have owed you the truth for seventeen years.
My mother confessed everything.
The intercepted letters.
The lies.
Her fear that I would leave.
Her guilt.
But at the end, she begged Thomas for one mercy.
Margaret married a good man. They have two children. She is happy.
Do not tell her.
Why?
She loves her husband. If you tell her what I did, she will spend the rest of her life wondering whether she chose her life freely.
My eyes closed.
Thomas had known the truth since 1991.
He had known for decades.
And he had stayed away.
Because by then, Robert and I had been married seventeen years.
Our children were teenagers.
We were happy.
Thomas had decided that revealing the truth would benefit him more than it would benefit me.
So he let my life remain mine.
The day before Thomas proposed to me decades later, Daniel told me, Thomas visited Evelyn’s grave.
