knows you. He asked me to tell you that your mother’s name is Margaret.”
I froze.
Margaret really was my mother’s name.During that time, their twelve-year-old daughter had been told that her mother had died.
“Why would you tell a child such a terrible lie?” I asked.
Robert lowered his head.
“I was a coward. I thought it would protect her. Then the years passed, and I no longer had the courage to tell her the truth.”
But the story didn’t end there.
Two weeks earlier, Sarah had found