Apparently, I was wrong. And I am sorry.
I am lucky to still be communicating with my aunt . . . I received an e-mail from her today. She expressed her disappointment and frustration–and rightly so.
I had asked her about a sensitive health issue and I reported in a blog post that she didn’t respond. She forwarded me her response, which she apparently sent the very day I asked. I either did not receive it, or it went to spam/junk, or I accidentally deleted it. My bad. They are not villains. They are scared, just like me. The truth about all of this is new to them, too. They don’t know me.
So, I am sorry. And thank you for sharing your personal information with me.