When I burst through the door, my mother had my six-year-old daughter pinned to the rug, one hand clamped over her mouth.
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Chapter 23 / 27
Chapter 23 - MARLENE’S LETTERS
Prison letters came.
First:
You betrayed me.
Unread beyond that.
Second:
Claire turned you against me from the grave.
Stored.
Third, two years later:
I keep trying to write this without explaining myself.
Better.
She admitted:
“I saw Claire’s trust as something that should have strengthened our family. When she designed it to limit us, I took that personally.”
Then:
“When Lily saw the document, I did not see a frightened child. I saw a witness.”
That sentence hurt.
Then:
“No grandmother should look at her granddaughter that way.”
No request for access.
No “I may die.”
Good.
I replied once:
May you like
I read this.
Nothing more.
