One Scrap of Paper from Oak Creek Hospital Rewrote Thirty-Four Years of What My Family Remembered
“I never gave up my daughter,” Claire said.
“Frank took her out of my home while I was at work, and Gene paid four hundred dollars to hide her.”
“Thank you,” Howard said.
“I now call Mara Rowan to the podium.”
I walked to the wooden podium in the middle of the courtroom floor, turning my silver wedding band around my thumb.
In my right coat pocket, my fingers rested on the cool green plastic horse called Greenie.
“Ms.