Ch 18: Revisionist History

My mom's best friend offers an alternate theory to how it all happened

I let some time pass – a few days, a few weeks, I don’t remember – and then finally screwed up my courage to call Jarrett and tell him the story Marcia had shared with me. I knew telling him was giving her story legitimacy, even if I expressed any lingering doubts I could still muster. I related the story of how Marcia found me, what she told me about Marlee, and about the headstones, the bracelet, and the photos.

Then I said the words, “Her dad told her Norman was our real father.” I let the declaration hang unsupported in the air between cell towers. Before it crashed to the ground with the weight of the silence, I swooped in, “What do you think?”