“I’m not dismissing anything.”
“Then explain why our son believes you knew the reason for his silence.”
Zane had no answer.
He remained for another twenty minutes, barely speaking. Then, as he had done every year, he left before the blueberry pie was served.
Upstairs, Jeremy refused to unlock his door.
I sat in the hallway and told him I loved him. I promised that he was safe. I told him he could speak, write, or remain silent, and I would still stay with him.
Hours passed.
Near midnight, a folded piece of paper slid beneath his bedroom door.
My hands trembled as I opened it.
The note read:
Before the lake, I heard Dad arguing with Uncle Dean.
Below that, Jeremy had written part of the conversation.
Dad said, “If Nora goes to the board, we could lose the house.”
Uncle Dean said, “Then stop her from talking until this is finished.”
I read the words again and again.
At the bottom of the page was one final sentence.
Janice heard them too.
My legs gave way beneath me.
I sat on the floor outside Jeremy’s room until morning, holding the note in my lap and wondering how much terror a five-year-old boy could carry before it stole his voice.
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