I Assisted My Father in Restoring Our Family Home and Discovered a Letter That Revealed a Hidden Family Secret.
When I got to my father Edward’s house, vivid childhood memories were replaced by cold silence. The house seemed to emphasize our mutual isolation and now reflected my father’s anguish after my mother left. Dad, looking noticeably frailer and older, looked up as the creaking gate let me know I was there. “Emily, you’re here,” …