At 82, I Found

home except Diane, Frank asked her to bring him Margaret’s final diary.

Diane placed it in his lap.

“Do you want me to read to you?”

“No. I know the part I need.”

He opened to the last letter and touched the line:

Tell the truth before you run out of time.

Diane sat beside him.

“I tried,” he said.

“You did.”

“Not enough.”

“Maybe not,” Diane said softly. “But continue reading …