The truth does not need to be shouted; it only needs to be said.

“I didn’t know this existed until last night, when I found it sewn into the middle of that filthy torn pillow you told me to throw away.

For twelve years I bathed your mother, and fed her, and gave her her medicine, and sat up with her through the nights when she couldn’t breathe and couldn’t sleep and cried out for your father in the dark.

For twelve years.