I Found a Tracker Hidden Under My Car After My Son in Law Worked on It. I Didn’t Confront Him. I Let It Ride North and Waited for the Call.
My name is Clara Brennan, and at sixty three, I have learned something most people never do. Being underestimated is not a weakness. It is leverage. For two years after my husband Richard died, I moved through my days quietly, like a guest in my own life. Friends spoke to me in softer voices. Neighbors…