“Mary, whatever happens, never lose your faith in good people.”
At the time, I hadn’t understood those words.
“And the documents?” I asked.
Robert opened the last section of the folder.
Inside was a letter from a lawyer, dated 1976.
The business partner’s fraud had eventually been uncovered, and some of the money had been returned to my father’s company. However, no connection between the partner and Elizabeth’s accident had ever been established.
“Your mother asked me to keep these copies,” Robert said. “I was wrong not to give them to you.”
That evening, for the first time, I couldn’t look my husband in the eyes.
For three days, we barely spoke.
Then our youngest daughter came to visit us.
She noticed the tension between us and asked:
“Why are you two so sad? You’ve spent your whole lives teaching us that even the hardest problems can be overcome together.”
