Vanessa pushed the baby stroller toward the pool because Emma was her husband’s child from another woman.
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Chapter 17 - THE CONFESSION
I wrote back to Vanessa. Once.
I did not ask for details. I did not ask for excuses. I simply wrote:
*“I have read her letter. She forgives you. And so do I. Rest in peace, Vanessa.”*
A week later, a reply came. Short. Unlike her.
*“Thank you. Tell my nieces I am sorry. Tell them their mother was the best of us. And tell them never to be like me.”*
That was the last letter.
Six months later, I received a call. Vanessa had died in her cell. Peacefully, in her sleep. No note. No explanation. Just gone.
I told the girls. Carefully. Gently.
Sophie thought for a long time. Then she said:
“Mommy forgave her. So I do too.”
May you like
Hazel just nodded. “We’re safe now.”
And so we were.
