Mine to Tell – when everyone else thought they knew why Annabelle’s great-grandmother Julianne had disappeared for two weeks, the accusation of adultery felt wrong to Annabelle two generations later. There had to be more to the story, there had to be Julianne’s side. Annabelle – the first female born after Julianne’s line, and the first family member to believe she was wrongfully accused – seeks to uncover the truth about those two weeks, coming up with truths of her own about love and forgiveness and the right to have your own story to tell.
Mine to tell,” Kyle said suddenly. It was a jolt.
I was yanked from my mental tumble into a pit of unredemption. Alex looked up too, a quizzical expression on his face. “Julianne left a story behind,” Kyle continued. “Some of it speculation and rumors by people who don’t know, and the rest of it by her own hand. It was a love story. One that was countered with
We were all quiet. I looked at him, my heart melting as I heard his masculine voice speak of love and suffering. I wanted to lean across the table and hug him, but I was too afraid.
Alex leaned back in his chair. “What my father went through didn’t feel like love when we were little.”
“But maybe it was,” Kyle persisted, his tone smooth and even. “Does love always turn out the way we want it to?” Then he looked at me. “Julianne Crouse was a fine woman. We haven’t finished her story, but she suffered, and she was fine indeed.”
Tears came to my eyes. “Thank you,” I squeaked.
Kyle stood and walked around the table to me. He helped me stand as he thanked them for their time. He retrieved Julianne’s picture, took my hand, and together
we went to the door, Alex and his wife following us.
“I hope you’re right,” Alex said, running his hand through his thin, brittle hair as we stepped outside. “My father had some things to come to terms with, but he
was a good man. A better man later in life, when he told us he was sorry. I never knew for what.”