My story The secrets we keep
As a child, I was obsessed with a family mystery – the sudden death of one of my aunts. I always believed that my godmother, Nan (my father’s older sister), held the key to unlocking it.
Dad and Nan’s half-sister drowned, aged 44, in an underground water tank on the family farm in South Australia in 1957. Her death was always spoken about in hushed tones. Conversations stopped if any of us from the younger generation came into the room. I always felt sure there was more to it … Had it been an accident? Was it suicide? Or something more sinister?
Dad said he didn’t know. I felt sure my godmother did. All I had to do was find the right time to
