She glanced toward the window to make sure my father was far away, then whispered,
“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.
“Because I once saw what he did. And if that night had never happened, our lives would have beencompletely different.”
My heart started pounding.
“What did Dad do?”
My mother opened her