Chapter 9 - THE SISTER WHO KNEW EVERYTHING
Margot came to my room that night.
She was twenty-five.
The youngest of my older sisters.
And the only one who had occasionally been kind to me.
She closed the door.
Then sat beside me.
“Clare.”
I looked up.
“What?”
She swallowed.
“I need to tell you something.”
My heart tightened.
Margot began crying.
“I knew.”
I stared.
“Knew what?”
“About your mother.”
The room went still.
Margot wiped her eyes.
“When I was sixteen, I found some old documents in Father's office.”
I swallowed.
“What documents?”
“Medical records. Legal papers. Letters.”
My hands trembled.
Margot looked at me.
“Clare, your mother didn't die when you were a baby.”
I stopped breathing.
She continued.
“She disappeared when you were four.”
My heart pounded.
“No.”
Margot nodded.
“Father told everyone she died because he didn't want questions.”
I stared.
“Where did she go?”
Margot shook her head.
“I don't know.”
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Then she whispered something that changed everything.
“But I think she's still alive.”
