We sat under a maple tree.
Nobody spoke for almost a minute.
Then Nora asked the first question.
"Did you ever miss us?"
Clarissa inhaled sharply. She's obviously expected a teary reunion instead of pointed questions.
Lily went next.
Clarissa looked at me first, ready to divert the blame somehow.
"Did you know Dad worked two jobs?"
Gabriella's voice came smallest of all.
"Did you ever wonder what we sounded like when we laughed?"
Clarissa looked at me first, ready to divert the blame somehow.
She said I had made everything harder. That I had never understood her. That she had been drowning too.
Nora cut in before I could answer.
"You never came looking."
She didn't raise her voice.
That made it hit harder.
"Dad never kept us from you," she said. "You never came looking."
Clarissa opened her mouth.
Closed it.
Looked away.
"You don't know anything about our lives at all."
"That isn't fair," she said finally. "You don't know what those years were like for me."
Nora answered, calm as ever.
"You don't know anything about our lives at all."
The mask slipped after that.
Not all at once.
Just enough.
Then she told us the truth.
Clarissa sat down on the bench across from us and rubbed her hands together. For the first time all day she looked less polished than tired.
Then she told us the truth.
When the girls were seven, she drove past our house one afternoon. She had not planned to stop. She just wanted to see. She saw me in the driveway teaching the girls to ride the tandem bikes my brother had helped me modify. Lily was yelling directions. Nora kept demanding more speed. Gabriella laughed so hard she got hiccups.
Clarissa's voice broke then, finally.
Clarissa had sat there in the car watching us.
And then she had driven away.
"Why?" Gabriella asked.
Clarissa's voice broke then, finally.
"Because you looked happy," she said. "And I never knew if I could help foster that happiness."
That broke something open.
Not forgiveness, exactly. I still blamed her for the loss her children had to face since after they were born.
Bu to could begin to understand.
At first, she only wanted to know what her mother looked like now.
Gabriella started crying quietly. She kept apologizing, the words tumbling over each other. She said she found Clarissa online three months earlier.
At first, she only wanted to know what her mother looked like now. Then she sent a message. Clarissa answered within an hour, warm and eager, almost too eager.
Gabriella kept the messages small after that, afraid one wrong question would make her disappear again. When graduation got close, she invited Clarissa because a public place felt safer than a private meeting. She told herself one meeting might bring closure.
Instead it brought this.
Clarissa reached for Gabriella's hand.
I was hurt.
Of course I was.
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