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“A woman named Lorraine fell in love with my great-grandfather while he was already married to my great-grandmother. So one day, she came to their home with a gun while my great-grandfather was at work. When my great-grandmother opened the door, she shot and killed her at point-blank range. My grandmother, then three years old, was behind her, watching everything. Thankfully, Lorraine didn’t shoot her. This was around 1930, so forensics weren’t very advanced. No evidence was left, and the case went cold. Life went on, and eventually Lorraine got what she wanted. She convinced my great-grandfather to marry her. She had two children from a previous marriage, both older than my grandmother. I don’t know what happened to her first husband, honestly.”
“My grandmother told everyone exactly who murdered her mother, but no one believed her. Who would believe a kid who obviously misses her mother and is having trouble adjusting to her new family? People just thought she demonized her stepmother for replacing her mom, or maybe just imagined it.
Years pass by, and my grandmother grows up with her mother’s murderer in her own house, sleeping just a few rooms away. Lorraine knows that she knows. She appears like the perfect housewife, swooping in and caring for the grieving father and child. My grandmother grows up tormented by her and her children. There was obvious favoritism, the stepkids are spoiled, and she’s the black sheep of the family.
She moved out and married my grandfather, and they had five sons. Lorraine became ill and landed on her deathbed. And there, she finally confessed to the truth and told everyone what she had done.
57 years had passed since the murder, and 16 years since my great-grandfather had died. He never knew the truth. No documents were ever officially amended to state that she was the murderer, as far as I know. The authorities consider the case cold, still, almost 100 years later.”
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