Chapter 10: The Woman Margaret Erased
Nobody spoke.
Rebecca stood just inside the doorway, staring at Margaret.
My mother looked smaller somehow.
Not innocent.
Not harmless.
Just exposed.
"Say it again," Robert whispered.
Rebecca never took her eyes off Margaret.
"Elizabeth didn't give me to her.""
Margaret shook her head.
"You don't know what happened.""
"I have Helen's records.""
"You have Helen's version.""
"I have Elizabeth's.""
That silenced her.
I stepped toward Rebecca.
"You found her?""
Rebecca finally looked at me.
The resemblance hit me harder in person.
Not because we looked alike.
We didn't, really.
But there was something in her expression I recognized.
The way she watched the room.
The way she stood close to an exit.
The way her shoulders tightened when Margaret moved.
I'd done those things my entire life.
"Elizabeth died twelve years ago," Rebecca said.
My stomach sank.
"But before she died, she wrote everything down.""
Margaret's voice sharpened.
"She was sick.""
"She was dying. There's a difference.""
Rebecca opened her bag and removed a thick envelope.
Margaret moved toward her.
I stepped between them.
"Don't.""
She stopped.
I had never seen my mother look at me that way.
Like I was no longer her son.
Maybe I wasn't.
Not in the way she wanted.
Rebecca handed me a photograph.
Two teenage girls stood beside each other.
Identical faces.
Margaret and Elizabeth.
Twins.
On the back, Helen had written their names.
"Grandma favored Margaret," Rebecca said.
"Elizabeth was the difficult one.""
Margaret laughed bitterly.
"That's what Helen told you?""
"That's what Elizabeth told me.""
Rebecca pulled out another photograph.
Elizabeth, older now, holding a newborn.
Rebecca.
"My biological mother.""
Robert covered his mouth.
Rebecca continued.
"Elizabeth was twenty-one. She wasn't married. The family was ashamed.""
Margaret stared at the floor.
"Grandma arranged for me to stay with Margaret temporarily.""
"Temporarily," I repeated.
Rebecca nodded.
"Elizabeth needed work. Housing. Stability. Margaret had just married Robert.""
My father looked up.
"You told me Rebecca belonged to a distant relative who couldn't care for her.""
"I was protecting everyone," Margaret said.
"By lying to me?""
"You loved her.""
"Of course I loved her!""
His voice broke.
"She was my daughter.""
Rebecca flinched.
Robert saw it.
"I mean...""
He swallowed.
"You were. To me.""
Rebecca's eyes filled.
Then she looked away.
"Elizabeth came back when I was three.""
Margaret whispered, "She had no right.""
"She was my mother.""
"I raised you!""
"And that gave you the right to erase her?""
Margaret's hands shook.
"She would have ruined your life.""
Rebecca stepped closer.
"No. You decided what my life should be.""
I thought of Lily.
Good girls don't tell.
Same pattern.
Control disguised as protection.
"What happened when Elizabeth came back?"" Emily asked.
Rebecca opened another document.
"Margaret told her I was already bonded with the family. She convinced her to wait.""
"That sounds reasonable," Robert said quietly.
Rebecca looked at him.
"It might have been. Except every time Elizabeth returned, Margaret told me she was dangerous.""
Robert closed his eyes.
"Oh God.""
"I grew up believing Elizabeth wanted to take me away from my family.""
Margaret snapped, "She did!""
Rebecca's voice rose.
"She wanted her daughter back!""
Silence crashed over us.
I watched Margaret's face.
She still didn't understand.
That was the terrifying part.
Even now, she believed love meant possession.
Rebecca continued.
"When I was twelve, I found letters Elizabeth had written to me.""
"The letters you tried to tell your teacher about?"" I asked.
She nodded.
"That's why everything exploded that summer.""
Margaret looked at her.
"You were snooping.""
"I was looking for my birth certificate.""
"You had no business—"
"I was twelve!""
The words echoed.
Rebecca steadied herself.
"When I confronted Margaret, she locked me under the stairs.""
Robert made a sound like he'd been hit.
"For how long?""
Rebecca looked at him.
"All night.""
"No.""
"Yes.""
"I was home.""
"You were asleep.""
Robert shook his head repeatedly.
"I would've heard you.""
"She put towels under the door.""
He sat down.
Rebecca's voice softened.
"I don't blame you for not hearing me that night.""
Robert looked up hopefully.
Then she finished.
"I blame you for all the years you refused to hear me afterward.""
He lowered his head.
Margaret stared at Rebecca.
"I gave you everything.""
"No.""
Rebecca shook her head.
"You gave me things. That's not the same.""
She reached into her bag again.
This time she pulled out a small cassette tape.
Old.
Clear plastic.
A handwritten date on the label.
Margaret saw it.
And stepped backward.
"No.""
Rebecca looked at her.
"You recognize this?""
"Where did you get it?""
"Helen.""
"Give it to me.""
"No.""
Margaret lunged.
Emily moved between them.
"Stay back.""
Margaret stopped.
Her face was twisted with panic.
"What is on that tape?"" I asked.
Rebecca looked at me.
"The night Helen took me away.""
Robert stood.
"You recorded it?""
"Helen did.""
Margaret shook her head.
"She had no right.""
Rebecca almost smiled.
"That's what you're worried about?""
I stared at the cassette.
"What does it prove?""
Rebecca's expression changed.
"That Margaret knew exactly what she was doing.""
She turned the tape over.
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On the other side, Helen had written one sentence.
*If Margaret ever hurts another child, play this.*
