That felt more honest.

EPILOGUE — THE PENDANT

My son brought his new boyfriend home.

The moment I saw him, I called the police.

That sentence makes me sound either heroic or insane depending on where you stop the story.

The truth is less flattering.

I panicked.

For twenty-one years, my younger brother Gabriel had been missing.

His car was found abandoned.

My mother died without knowing whether her son was alive.