Chapter 6 - A MOTHER WHO COULD NOT COME HOME
The photograph brought a terrible kind of hope.
Rebecca looked older, with silver at her temples and one shoulder pulled higher than the other, but I recognized the tilt of her head.
Sophie wanted to leave immediately.
“There's a store sign behind her,” she said.
“We can find it.”
Marisol warned that whoever sent the image might be using it to lure us out.
So we divided the work.
Lily checked the photograph's visible details, Emma contacted Nora Hale, and Sophie stayed with me while we made a list of everything Arthur had ever provided for our family.
There were groceries, school fees, emergency loans, and one envelope of cash delivered when Emma needed surgery.
I had treated those gifts as evidence of kindness.
Now I hated remembering how grateful I had been.
By afternoon Emma reached Nora, who agreed to meet us at a public library.
She was a small woman with trembling fingers and a face that had spent decades practicing caution.
“Rebecca wasn't dying,” Nora said.
“She had seen children being used to claim fraudulent medical reimbursements.”
“Why not go to the police?” Lily asked.
“She tried.”
Nora unfolded a copy of an intake form.
“Her first complaint disappeared, and the second investigator told her to stop making trouble.”
“What happened after that?”
“Arthur arranged for Rebecca to enter a private residential program supposedly for her own protection.”
“Against her will?”
Nora looked at me.
“I believe so.”
She admitted she had no proof Rebecca remained confined all those years.
But she remembered a woman collecting letters sent to the triplets, letters that never reached our house.
“Who collected them?”
Nora hesitated.
Then she wrote a name on the back of a library receipt.
Judith Carter.
Our mother.
I hadn't spoken to her since the girls were small.
She had claimed she couldn't bear the shame of Daniel's abandonment.
Now I understood that silence could be a choice as deliberate as leaving.
Outside the library, Emma noticed a white sedan parked across the street.
The driver raised a camera.
When Sophie ran toward the car, it accelerated away.
And from the curb, a folded photograph fluttered onto the pavement.
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It showed our mother holding the triplets on the very morning Daniel abandoned them.
