12. Home of Rachel Cream, QuebecIt had been a long, long time since I had set eyes upon my sister, Rachel. Now a grown woman with a stubborn streak that my father would have been proud of, she welcomed me with open arms. Coming back to Canada had been the right decision, to be in the bosom of my family, if only until finances were agreed and my next course of action planned. The hardest part of returning was the way that everyone avoided the subject of my incarceration. I'd been locked away for ten years God Damn! Surely, you'd think they had something to ask me, at least to satisfy themselves of my innocence. But the silence said it all, even my own flesh and blood saw me as guilty, thank you folks, much appreciated! Only Rachel looked upon me with kindness, a raw sympathy in her eyes tha
