The Voice Beneath the Dirt: My Husband Thought No One Could Hear What He Did
He introduced himself, showed his identification, and asked permission to sit.
“I know you’ve been through a lot,” he said.
“We can stop whenever you need.”
I expected him to open a notebook and demand every terrible detail.
Instead, he began with simple questions.
Who lived at the house?
Who had been present?
How long had I been in the yard?