At 82, I Found

saw him.

They found him at the dining room table with the diaries stacked in front of him.

Diane’s face changed when she saw them.

“Mom’s journals,” she whispered.

“You knew?”

“She told me there were notebooks. She didn’t say what was in them.”

Frank nodded.

Peter sat heavily. “Dad, what’s going on?”

Frank looked at his children.

He had given them lectures continue reading …