We've taken our seats at the table. I'm fondling my nails because I'm at a loss for words to tell him. She was his mother, and I know that if it wasn't easy for me to speak the truth, it wouldn't be easy for him to accept that his mother was the true perpetrator in his wife's parents' deaths.

“I know it won't be easy for me to explain it to you, but I want to tell you what I learned about the mastermind despite the death of my parents.” I can't look at him. My focus is solely on my hands while I'm playing with them. I continued until...