My Parents Saw My Son And Knew

for nearly a minute.

Finally Mom said, “Abigail… what tape?”

I looked at the closed kitchen door, then back at them.

“When Daniel realized I wasn’t going to go away quietly, I started recording him.”

Dad blinked. “How?”

“I bought a microcassette recorder at RadioShack with money from my waitressing job. Fit in my purse. Tiny gray thing.”

It had a cracked continue reading …