I Went to Prison for a Crime I Didn’t Commit to Protect Him — Five Years Later, a Forged DNA Test Nearly Buried the Truth Again
“I wrote to you,” I said.
“Dozens of letters.
I told you about the pregnancy.
I told you the day Mason was born, and how much he weighed, and that he had your eyes.
I told you what Fiona had done, all of it, once it no longer mattered whether I stayed quiet.
I wrote and I wrote and I waited, for years, for you to come.”