Page 153 of Nobody's Fool

That I wouldn’t hurt them. That I would protect them.

I admit that will haunt me.

But then again, who is to say that the truth won’t be the very thing that finally protects them?

I stand back up and look down at the mound of earth.

One more thing, Anna, before I go.

Your autopsy revealed parturition scars on the pelvic bones. No need to go into details, but that means at some point you gave birth.

So I wonder about that too.

About when you gave birth.

About how Harm Bergkamp told me about that time you took off six months after I left Spain.

Am I reading too much into this, Anna?

Or like too many before us, did you just want to protect me?

Either way, you’ve left me with little choice.

I need to keep seeking the truth now, don’t I?