The Voice Beneath the Dirt: My Husband Thought No One Could Hear What He Did
I met her with Renata at a café, choosing a table where I could see the entrance.
Diane apologized for not asking sooner.
“I kept telling myself it wasn’t my business,” she said.
I looked at her for a moment.
“It became my whole life.”
She nodded.
“I know that now.”
She agreed to tell investigators what she personally remembered, without embellishment.