The Night My Father Locked the Door — And the Truth Tiffany Hid

I’m sorry.

You couldn’t.

That’s why I’m angry.”

Colleen was my mother’s younger sister.

She ran a small print shop in Columbus and had always been the relative who remembered my school performances, even when she couldn’t attend.

My mother died when I was nine.

Dad rarely talked about her afterward, and Colleen’s visits became less frequent after he began saying she interfered too much.

“Your dad told me you were staying at a friend’s house,” Colleen said.