PART 2
Ava held the microphone with both hands.
For one long second, the auditorium was so quiet I could hear the lights buzzing above the stage.
Then my daughter looked straight at Vanessa and said calmly:
“Our father never turned us against you.”
Vanessa’s smile froze.
Ava continued, “He sent you photos. School reports. Letters. Pieces of our lives. He tried to keep the door open for you.”
A murmur moved through the crowd.
Vanessa’s face changed.
Emma stepped closer to her sister.
“When we were sixteen,” Emma said, “Dad showed us the box.”
My stomach tightened.
The box.