At My Father’s Graveside A Gravedigger Revealed The Coffin Was Empty And Handed Me A Key To The Truth

herself. When I finished, she said she was sorry in the way that sorry sounds when it is not asking for absolution but simply naming the reality of what happened.

“I would do it again,” she said. “I am sorry for the pain of it. But I would do it again.”

“I know,” I said.

I did know. And sitting across from her in the apartment where I had spent six days continue reading …