When Jacob died in 2001, Ruth considered returning to Ohio and confessing everything. But by then, her children had built lives in Indiana. Aaron was married with children of his own. Sarah had joined a Mennonite church and was teaching school. David was apprenticing as a blacksmith. They’d all survived the trauma of their childhood, built healthy lives, and Ruth didn’t want to disrupt them.
“I thought I’d take the secret to my grave,” she says. “I thought it was better that way. But when the detective came to my door and said they’d found the hidden room, I knew God was telling me it was time to tell the truth.”
