File M For Murder

Yesterday I had received a letter from her, and the moment I realized the source I was tempted to throw it away unread. But curiosity got the better of me, and I read it.

The letter contained an apology, of sorts. Sarabeth talked about family and how important it was, particularly the relationship between parents and children. “Sometimes,” she wrote, “parents will do anything—even kill—for the sake of their children. Surely you can understand that, Charlie?”

I did, but I had to deplore what she had done on her brother’s behalf.

But there was more to the letter, and my eyes widened with shock when I realized what Sarabeth was telling me.

“Having a child is a terrible responsibility, and we don’t always raise them very well. My parents didn’t do too well by me, but that’s life. Mistakes happen and can’t be fixed, but he’s my son, though he doesn’t know that, and I had to protect him. I hope you can understand that.”

She signed it with only her name, Sarabeth.

Levi was her son. The revelation stunned me.

I hadn’t shared that with anyone yet. I wasn’t sure if I would. Sarabeth had entrusted me with a secret, and I thought I should respect her confidence, despite all that had happened.

I focused gratefully once more on my family and friends and let the warmth and joy of their presence envelop me, thinking all the time how lucky I was.