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By the next morning, my best friend had blocked my number and sent me one chilling message:
Do not contact me again. Please.
When she finally agreed to meet me, she showed me a photograph taken outside the restaurant.
Someone had followed her.
And the person threatening her knew a family secret that only a handful of people had ever heard.
That was when I realized the women had not been rejecting my father.
Someone close to our family had been frightening them away.
Twelve Years of Silence
My mother, Celia Morgan, p.a.s.s.e.d away twelve years ago.
I was old enough to understand what loss meant.
But I was not old enough to understand what it could do to the person left behind.
Before Mom was gone, my father, Thomas, filled every room he entered.
He sang while making coffee.