“I knew she was sick. I did not know exactly what happened after she left.”
“She never contacted you again?”
“She even refused to tell me where she was going. She only made me promise to give you the letter and to always keep an eye on her son.”
“You watched me hate her.”
Johnson’s face crumpled.
“I watched you raise Leo, and every year I wondered whether keeping my promise was wrong.”
I was devastated that the answers to all my questions had been so near yet so far.
Johnson continued, “I stayed close because I loved Leo, but also because I felt guilty. I thought helping you was the only way I could make up for my silence.”
“What gave either of you the right to decide what I could handle?”
“Nothing,” she said. “I had no right.”
Leo finally spoke.
“So she left just after I was born? Did she even know my name?”
