While I was on vacation with my cousins, my phone lit up with one message: “Get on a plane home. Don’t tell your parents you’re coming.” When I landed, an attorney and two investigators

that she begged Martin to turn me in. He told her they would both go to prison, that I would be taken away, that she would lose another child.

She chose silence.

Every day after that, she chose it again.

Her final line read:

Being your mother was the greatest gift of my life, and the greatest theft of yours.

I folded the letter and put it in a drawer.

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