[ WP ] You sign a letter `` Shamefully yours , ''

I believe you. 
 And I do n't know why. 
 I remember when my uncle raised an enraged hand to my aunt. He remembered himself and tried to turn evil to jest, but it was too late. My dad dragged him outside and disfigured his face on the sidewalk. I suspect he always had his suspicions as he does now with us. Someone called the cops and daddy stood tall as they hopped out. `` Tell them,'' he told his sister. `` Rissa, tell them,'' he pleaded at her silence. 
 Her eyes were fixed on the apology in her husband's and she never said a word. I remember his bloody smirk when daddy was handcuffed and stuffed into the backseat. `` She's mine,'' it said. 
 
 I did n't understand how she believed those swelling eyes. 
 But, I believe you. 
 
 Shamefully yours, 

