What good could come of exposing our sordid family truths now? What my dad did to my sister was not my mom’s fault—she was a victim. And he never touched me in the end. When Annalise went, everything changed. Then my dad got sick and impotent. And now he’s locked in his own skull along with his regrets. I know he remembers. I know he feels sorry. I can read it all in his eyes even if he can’t express it. So outing the truth wouldn’t touch him any more or less. But it would pain and humiliate my mother, destroy her, and it sure wouldn’t bring my sister back.
