Thirty minutes later, I stood over Jackie’s gravesite and let out a shaky breath. I’d been too upset to attend her funeral, but knew I couldn’t leave New York without closure. Deep down, I knew the things she’d been forced to do had brought her so much misery. If anything, she’d been my father’s worst victim.
My eyes filled with tears as I remembered our childhood and the fun times we’d had growing up together. Our lives had been filled with laughter and innocence. Our friendship had been real. There’d been no secrets. Only joy and excitement.
“I’m sorry about my father,” I whispered, thinking again of the letter and multiple confessions.
She’d even been responsible for the anonymous caller. Jackie had explained that she’d paid someone to warn me about Cody and Dad.
“I forgive you, Jac
