Chapter 10 - MY MOTHER'S LETTER
I still didn’t open the door.
Lauren stayed outside for another seven minutes.
She alternated between crying and threatening.
Then she left.
But before walking away, she pushed an envelope through our mail slot.
I waited until James came home before touching it.
Inside was a photocopy of a handwritten letter.
My mother’s handwriting.
Dated four years earlier.
Lauren, I know you think Rachel has always been the easier daughter to love.
My chest tightened.
I kept reading.
Mom had written the letter after one of their fights.
She admitted she had compared us too often as children.
She admitted praising my grades in front of Lauren.
My independence.
My career.
My engagement to James.
She wrote that Lauren had always seemed to hear my success as proof of her own failure.
Then came the line Lauren wanted me to see.
Sometimes I have expected Rachel to forgive more because I knew she could handle it.
I stopped.
For years, I had wondered whether I imagined it.
Whether I was selfish for feeling that my parents sacrificed my peace to protect Lauren’s emotions.
There it was.
In my mother’s handwriting.
James read quietly.
“What do you feel?”
“I don’t know.”
But I did.
I felt vindicated.
And devastated.
The letter didn’t excuse Lauren.
It did something more complicated.
It showed how a family pattern had been built.
Mom protected Lauren.
Dad financed the protection.
I absorbed the consequences.
And everyone called that balance.
I called Mom.
“Did you write this?”
She began crying immediately.
“Yes.”
“Why does Lauren have it?”
“I gave it to her.”
“Why?”
“I wanted her to understand that I knew I had made mistakes.”
“Did it help?”
“No.”
I looked at Emma sleeping against James’s chest.
“Mom, I need you to understand something.”
“I do.”
“No.”
“You understand that Lauren went too far.”
“That’s not enough.”
I took a breath.
“You need to understand what you taught both of us.”
Silence.
“You taught Lauren that being hurt gave her permission to hurt other people.”
“And you taught me that being strong meant tolerating it.”
Mom sobbed quietly.
“I’m sorry.”
This time, the apology sounded different.
Not defensive.
Not desperate.
Simply ashamed.
“I’m starting therapy,” she said.
I hadn’t expected that.
“Your father is too.”
“For Lauren?”
“No.”
“For us.”
I looked at James.
He gave a small nod.
Mom continued.
“We cannot change what we taught her.”
“But we can stop teaching it.”
That was the first thing she had said since Christmas that gave me hope.
Then she added something else.
“Rachel, your father and I changed our wills.”
I frowned.
“Why are you telling me that?”
“Because Lauren found out.”
“How?”
“She went through your father’s office.”
My stomach tightened.
“What did she see?”
“That she is no longer receiving unrestricted access to anything.”
“And?”
“And she thinks you convinced us.”
I closed my eyes.
Of course she did.
“When did she find out?”
“Yesterday.”
My heart began beating faster.
The day she appeared at my door.
Mom’s voice trembled.
“She said you would pay for stealing her future.”
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And suddenly the envelope through my door no longer felt like an attempt at reconciliation.
It felt like a warning.
