The Observer.

In the week after my original investigation into the salt path was published, two things caught my immediate attention.

One was something I'd been half expecting.

Raina Wynne published a lengthy statement on her website contesting my article.

She wrote how the investigation was, grotesquely unfair, highly misleading and seeks to systematically pick apart my life.

And how she can't allow any more doubt to be cast on the validity of those memories

or the joy they have given so many.

In particular, there was this line that she'd offered to discuss the allegations

privately with me to correct the record, but that I'd refused her invitation. That wasn't true.

I've wanted to hear from Raina from day one, but despite almost a dozen invitations from me,

she's never accepted. I say all this because the thing that has consistently been missing in this

story is who Moth and Raina Wyn are.

The story I've been able to piece together is to a large extent the story of what's not

true, what didn't happen, rather than what really did. And I was starting to come to terms

with the fact that if they wouldn't talk to me, I was unlikely to ever get

closer to really understanding them. Except that then, the second more remarkable thing happened.

Days after my article came out, there was a post on the professional networking site, LinkedIn.

It was from someone who said that Raina Wyn and

Moth or Sally and Tim Walker were his uncle and aunt, and he was calling them liars.

I messaged him privately and he immediately called me back. In that call, this jumble of anger and hurt came tumbling out.

When I tried to make sense of it all, he suggested I speak to his sister.

She knows the whole story, he told me.

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