My Husband Took My Fingerprint While I Was Sedated

to talk to you.”

I’d met Diana exactly twice. Once at our wedding, once at a family dinner. She lived in another state and rarely visited.

“What do you want?”

“To apologize.” Her voice cracked. “For my brother. For my mother. For all of it.”

I sat down. “You don’t need to apologize for them.”

“Yes, I do. Because I knew.” She took a shaky breath. “I knew continue reading …