Now more than ever.
It’s important that you know I write this letter in secret. No one knows I’ve made contact with you. Allan, you are not my family’s favorite person at the moment, and that’s putting it gently.
But, no matter how much Dali and Dayton need to blame you, I can’t cut everything down to black and white in this story. Because I know my son. No one can make him do anything he doesn’t want to do. And if what he says is true, then I also know he loved you and you loved him. I try to hold on to that, because I don’t want to be angry at you two. I will not lose anyone else in my life.
But what were you thinking? He was a married man. Your brother-in-law. And his children? Your nephew and niece?
Your sister?
He swears it only lasted a year. A year, Allan? I watched over his sons those evenings, thinking he was going to work. Had I known what you two had made me an accomplice of, I’d have denounced you both.