“I convinced myself I was wrong,” Benjamin read. “That fear was clouding my mind.”
Then came the line that stole my breath.
“It wasn’t a stranger. It was my own sister.”
I felt dizzy.
She wrote that she confronted him calmly, hoping for an explanation she could live with. He told her she was imagining things, blamed her illness, and told her to rest.
“When you love someone for decades,” the letter said, “you doubt yourself before you doubt them.”
There was more.
“The child everyone believes belongs to another man is his.”
“No,” I whispered.
Benjamin nodded. “It’s Dad’s.”
My knees buckled.
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