Thanks to all of you who let me know you read my previous, cryptic post. This follow-up will need to remain cryptic too, and I know you’ll understand why as share what I can.
I feel like the past few weeks we’ve had front-row seats to another family’s Jodi Picoult–style drama. Although someone else’s cryptic email to me had me worrying for a while that one near and dear to me was a victim, too (but that was when I thought the characters involved were a completely different cast), that turned out not to be the case. But the reality is bitter enough.
Every story has at least two sides, depending on the way you hold the hologram. Which side holds the truth? Sometimes it’s cut and dried; often, it’s not. The story involves that violence which is still too common against women in our society. A child. A parent. Siblings and family caught in the middle. A victim brought to an inpatient clinic and kept sedated, the removal of siblings, a shell-shocked suspect who insists on innocence, a family torn apart. Questions on both sides.
We do what we can.