In it, Robert was standing beside a young woman.
And that woman wasn’t me.
It was my older sister, Elizabeth.
On the back of the photograph, someone had written:
“Robert, if anything happens to me, remember our agreement.”
I looked at my husband.
“Robert… how did you know my sister?”
He whispered:
“Mary, I knew Elizabeth long before I met you. And on the day I first saw you, I already knew something your family was hiding from you…”
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“What was it, Robert? Tell me!”
He sat down across from me and, for the first time, told me what he had hidden for 53 years.
In 1972, Robert worked in the administrative department of a hospital. My sister, Elizabeth, worked there too.
One evening, Elizabeth had asked him to help her find an old patient’s records.
That patient was our father.
I had always believed that my father had died of a heart attack when I was sixteen.
