The note read: “I know the truth, and I forgive you. But it’s time for you to face what you’ve hidden.” My hands shook as Eliza demanded an explanation. I could no longer hide from her. With tears in my eyes, I admitted the truth — the night her mother died, we had fought after she discovered my affair. Hurt and angry, she stormed out and never returned. I had carried that guilt in silence for years.
