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"What?"
That's all I'm capable of uttering. She groans and pours another shot.
“This is for the confession note and a sample of your Nana’s and John’s handwriting.”
“Okay, wait," I say, splaying my hands out. "You had suspicions about my Nana being the one to cover up the murder?”
Her lips tighten into a hard line. "Yes."
I shake my head, at a loss for words. “Why?”
She throws her hands up. "Because it would've had to be someone that lived in this house, Addie. It was either John or your Nana. And your grandmother was attached to the attic, was she not?"
"Where did you even get a hold of things with their handwriting on it?"
"You put aside some old documents she had written on. I took pictures. And well, John was a bit more complicated, but I managed to scrounge up a will he had written on.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me you were doing this?”
She sighs. "Because I knew you'd have a bad reaction to it. I wanted to be sure of my suspicions before I ruined your day."
Blowing out a breath, I nod.
"You’re right," I concede. "It makes sense.” It sounds like I'm trying to convince myself. Probably because I am.
She stays quiet, giving me space to process the fact that my Nana helped cover up her mother's murder.
“She was forced to,” I say finally, glancing over Nana’s confession lying on the island, the note I had found in the attic after seeing what I think was Gigi’s apparition. I don’t move to pick it up, but I remember the words well. The quick scrawl on a piece of paper containing words of a young girl forced to cover up her own mother’s murder.
“Your Nana was what, sixteen when Gigi was murdered? Frank obviously threatened her, and she felt she had no choice. He was a detective, for God’s sake, of course, she would’ve believed him.”
I nod, a frown marring my features. The fear Nana must’ve felt. And the absolute sickening feeling knowing she was helping Gigi’s murderer.
Jesus.
I can’t even begin to imagine how she must’ve felt.
“That’s probably why she spent so much time up there—why she stayed in this house. She was probably punishing herself. Forcing herself to stay in a house with such terrible memories as penance for helping cover it up, even if it wasn’t her choice. I mean, who knows what was going through her head. God, Daya, she was always so damn
bright and happy. But on the inside… she must’ve felt such dark things.”
Sympathy etches into the lines around Daya’s frown. “She lived a long, happy life. I’m sure of that. Especially because she had you.”
The alcohol has started to kick in, creating a pleasant buzz in my head. It makes the revelation a little bit more bearable. But not enough to deter the stabbing pain in my chest.
I’m heartbroken for Nana. She lived until she was ninety-one years old. Seventy-five years carrying that weight on her shoulders.
I wonder if Grandpa ever knew. He was a quiet man that loved Nana fiercely. I’d like to think he did and shouldered some of the weight for her.
A memory sparks of about two years ago, a year before she had passed. Nana sitting in Gigi’s chair, staring out the window at the rain.
I was in town visiting her, and she looked so sad.
“What’s wrong, Nana? You feeling okay?”
“Yeah, baby, I’m fine. Nana’s just tired.”
“Why don’t you lay down and rest?”
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