Chapter 3: The Secret Patricia Kept
The photograph was blurry.
At first, I thought it was just another attempt to create more drama.
Then I zoomed in.
My heart stopped.
It was a printed message.
A conversation between Patricia and someone named “L.””
The first line was enough.
*“Mia is becoming too attached to her mother.””*
I stared at the screen.
Daniel leaned closer.
“What is that?””
I handed him my phone.
He read silently.
His expression changed.
The messages continued.
Patricia complained that Mia “didn't respect authority.””
She wrote that I was “making the children too dependent.””
She even mentioned that she wanted more control over how the grandchildren were raised.
Daniel looked sick.
“Who sent this?””
I didn't know.
The number had no name.
I called.
No answer.
I texted back.
*Who are you?*
A minute passed.
Then another message appeared.
*Someone who should have spoken sooner.*
I looked at Daniel.
“What does that mean?””
He didn't answer.
Because we both knew.
There had been other moments.
Small moments.
Things we had ignored.
Like the time Mia came home crying because Grandma told her she was “too sensitive.””
Or the time Patricia bought gifts for the other grandchildren but forgot Mia's birthday present and laughed, saying she was “old enough to understand.””
We had always made excuses.
Everyone makes mistakes.
Everyone has bad days.
But this wasn't one bad day.
This was a pattern.
The next morning, I received another message.
This time, it included a name.
*My name is Claire. I was there when Patricia left Mia. I work at the mall. I couldn't stop thinking about that little girl.*
I called immediately.
A woman answered.
Her voice was nervous.
“I wasn't sure if I should contact you.””
“Why did you?””
There was a pause.
“Because after Patricia walked away, she didn't look worried.””
I gripped the phone.
“What do you mean?””
“She wasn't acting like someone who forgot a child. She was acting like someone who expected the child to still be there when she came back.””
I closed my eyes.
The image of Mia beside that pillar came back.
Five hours.
Alone.
Waiting.
Claire continued.
“I saw your daughter crying. I almost went over, but she kept saying, ‘Grandma said don't move.’”
My voice shook.
“Did you see my mother-in-law leave?””
“Yes.””
“Did she know Mia was there?””
Claire answered immediately.
“Yes.””
The word hit harder than I expected.
After the call ended, Daniel sat across from me.
For the first time since I met him, he looked like he didn't know who his mother was.
“I defended her for years,” he whispered.
I reached for his hand.
“We both wanted to believe the best.””
He looked at the kitchen table.
“No. I wanted to believe it.””
That afternoon, Patricia called.
Daniel answered.
“What do you want?””
Her voice sounded different.
Less confident.
“You're making me look like a monster.””
Daniel said nothing.
“You know how much I love those children.””
He looked at me.
Then toward Mia, who was coloring in the living room.
“Love doesn't leave a child alone.””
Silence.
Then Patricia said something that made my blood run cold.
“If you keep pushing this, you won't just lose me.””
Daniel frowned.
“What does that mean?””
A pause.
Then her voice lowered.
“It means you don't know everything about Mia.””
The call ended.
Daniel slowly lowered the phone.
Neither of us spoke.
Because one question filled the room.
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What did Patricia know about our daughter that we didn't?
And why had she been keeping it secret?
