“What is it, Mom?”
She glanced toward the window to make sure my father was far away, then whispered,
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“Your father has been paying me every month for years to keep my mouth shut.”
I froze.
“What are you talking about?”
“I can’t stay silent anymore. For thirty years, I’ve accepted that money every single month.”
“What for?”
My mother began crying.
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“Because I once saw what he did. And if that night had never happened, our lives would have been completely different.”
My heart started pounding.
“What did Dad do?”
My mother opened her mouth, but before she could answer, we heard his voice.
“LINDA!”
My father was standing in the kitchen doorway. I had no idea how long he had been listening. His face was unusually cold.
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“I asked you not to talk about this.”
My mother lowered her head.
