Chapter 12 - The Woman I Thought I Knew
For weeks, I kept asking myself one question.
Was any of it real?
Did Rebecca ever love Emily?
Did she ever love me?
Or had every dinner, every vacation, every bedtime story been performance?
Allison told me people were rarely that simple.
A person could care and still be selfish.
Love and entitlement could exist together.
That did not make the damage smaller.
Emily started therapy again.
This time with someone I chose.
Someone independent.
She asked me to sit in during the first session.
I did.
When the therapist asked what frightened her most, Emily said.
“That Daddy knew.”
My chest tightened.
Not Rebecca.
Not school.
Not leaving home.
The worst possibility for Emily had been believing I agreed.
That was what Rebecca’s note had done.
It placed betrayal in my mouth.
After the session, Emily held my hand.
“Are you mad I ruined the wedding?”
I stopped walking.
“You did not ruin anything.”
“But if I didn’t show you—”
“I would have made a terrible mistake.”
I knelt.
“You saved us from it.”
She studied my face.
“Really?”
“Really.”
That night, we ordered pizza.
We ate on the living room floor.
Sarah’s photograph sat on the mantel.
For the first time in months, Emily talked about her mother without lowering her voice.
She told me Sarah used to cut sandwiches into stars.
I had forgotten.
We laughed.
Then I cried after Emily went to bed.
Because I realized how much of Sarah I had quietly removed from the house after Rebecca moved closer into our lives.
Not because Rebecca asked directly.
Because I sensed her discomfort.
A photograph moved from the hallway.
A blanket disappeared from the couch.
A Christmas ornament stayed in the box.
Small compromises.
I thought I was making room for a future.
Instead, I was teaching Emily that the past she loved needed to shrink.
The next morning, I returned every photograph.
Every ornament.
Every memory.
Not because I wanted to live in grief.
Because no healthy future should require erasing the people who came before it.
Then Detective Cole called.
Charles Whitmore had stopped cooperating.
His attorneys denied wrongdoing.
But investigators had found one financial transfer he could not explain.
$125,000.
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Paid to a company connected to Dr. Elaine Monroe.
The psychologist who wrote the false assessment of Emily.
