“Braddock has spent thirty years telling himself your mother destroyed his life,” Vachon said grimly.
“But our records say he wasn’t a bystander.
He was part of the cover-up himself.”
Chapter 18 — My Mother’s Warning
I could barely breathe, because a memory had surfaced — a real one, from near the end of my mother’s life, that I had spent years dismissing as the confusion of a dying woman.
She had held my hand and told me, with a strange urgency, never to trust anyone who brought up the company she used to work for.