Chapter 1953

My so-called past life—the one Anthony made me remember through hypnosis. In those memories, my mother was always a gentle and delicate woman. At least, that was the polite way to put it. In reality, she was a coward. Even when she found out her husband was sleeping with her own sister, she chose to endure it in silence. She pretended not to see or hear because she had nowhere else to go. She claimed that without the Coleman family, she had nothing. I remembered I was still a child when my aunt, Delilah, lost her husband. She and my mother were sisters, but they weren't fully related. My mother was the illegitimate daughter my grandfather had before marriage. While Delilah was the legitimate one, born to his lawful wife. They looked somewhat alike. But while my mother was soft and delicate, Delilah was strikingly beautiful. That day, my mother had gone to my grandmother's house to care for her. I woke up from my nap earlier than usual. And then I heard strange noises from up