For once, she wasn’t making excuses.
I turned toward the neighbors.
“For three years, you believed every terrible thing she said about me. Not one of you asked for my side of the story.”
Linda lowered her eyes.
“You’re right, Emily. We’re sorry.”
Susan approached and hugged me.
Then Martha slowly stood up. Robert reached to support her, but she gently pushed his hand away.
“Please, let me say this myself.”
She looked around the room.
“Emily has never starved me, locked me away, or wished for my death. I invented every accusation. She’s cared for me better than I deserved, and I repaid her kindness with lies.”
Her voice broke.
“I’m ashamed of what I’ve done.”
She took my hand.
“I’m not asking you to forgive me today. I just want you to know that I love you. I was so afraid of losing my family that I nearly destroyed it myself.”