A Child in the Oak Tree Recorded What My Husband and Mother-in-Law Tried to Hide
“That’s her,” I whispered.
Dana put a box of tissues within reach.
I turned my face away from the screen.
For weeks, Helen had insisted she was too shocked to act.
Hearing her voice took away the last part of me that wanted to believe she had simply failed in an impossible moment.
“Can we stop?” I asked.
Carter stopped playback at once.
“There will be opportunities for your attorney to go through what happens next,” he said.