VIVIAN
I was quiet for a while, unsure of how to respond to her question. She had asked me why I needed to know the truth about her past, and I realized that I didn't have a valid reason. At least, not one that I could articulate.
But as I sat there, trying to gather my thoughts, I knew that it was important for me to know the truth.
"I don't know," I said finally, looking up at her. "I just feel like I need to know. Like there's something important here that I'm missing."
She nodded, her expression understanding. "I see," she said. "Well, I suppose I can tell you. But you have to promise me one thing."
"Anything," I said, eager to hear her story.
"You have to promise me that you will not tell anybody about this," she said. "Can you do that? And I am trusting you because grandfather
