Chapter 6 - The Fracture Widens
The heat broke on Friday afternoon, replaced by a gray, drizzling rain that tapped against the kitchen window. I was folding Millie's clothes when a heavy knock rattled the front door.
I walked to the foyer, looked through the sidelight, and saw Daniel standing on the porch. He wore a damp gray hoodie, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, staring down at our doormat.
My instinct—the instinct cultivated over thirty-eight years of being his little sister—was to yank the door open, pull him out of the cold, and make him a cup of coffee. He was my protector. He was the boy who had jumped into the lake.
I took a deep breath, opened the door, but stayed firmly behind the threshold.
"Daniel," I said.
He looked up, startled by the distance in my voice. He looked exhausted; dark purple smudges hung under his eyes, and his stubble was uneven.
"Hey, Becky," he said, offering a weak, tentative smile that died almost immediately. "Can I... can I come in for a minute?"
"Thomas is upstairs putting Millie down for a nap," I replied, neither stepping back nor inviting him across the sill. "Hannah and Caleb are in the den. What do you need, Daniel?"
He flinched. "What do I need? Becky, I came to see my sister. I wanted to talk."
"Then talk."
Daniel swallowed hard, pulling his hands from his pockets and gesturing helplessly toward the rain. "Look, about the party. Things got completely out of hand. Carter is only seven, Becky—he didn't understand what that otter meant. He was just being an obnoxious kid."
"I know Carter is seven," I said evenly. "I didn't blame Carter. I held him accountable for taking something that didn't belong to him, which is what parents do. What about Vanessa?"
Daniel ran a hand over his face. "Vanessa was terrified. Carter came running to her crying that you were screaming at him. You know how protective she is. She snapped. She didn't mean what she said about the hospital, Becky. It was just an ugly thing said in anger."
"An ugly thing said in anger," I repeated, tasting the words. "Daniel, she looked into my face, in front of our entire family, and said my child died because of my neglect. She weaponized the deepest, darkest agony of my entire life, and she did it deliberately to humiliate me."
"She’s pregnant, Becky! Her hormones—"
"Stop it!"
The sharpness of my voice cracked the quiet afternoon air. Daniel stepped back, his eyes widening. I had never raised my voice to him in my life.
"Stop using her pregnancy as a shield for her cruelty," I said, stepping onto the porch, closing the front door firmly behind me so my children wouldn't hear. "She has been taking subtle, poisonous jabs at my family for ten years, Daniel. She belittled my parenting, she mocked my career, she criticized Sophie’s joy. And you excused every single cut. But this wasn't a paper cut. She took a sledgehammer to my daughter's grave, and you stood beside her and looked at your shoes."
"What was I supposed to do, Rebecca?!" Daniel shouted, his frustration finally breaking through his weary veneer. "Attack my pregnant wife in front of her family and friends? Humiliate her?"
"You were supposed to defend the truth!" I shouted back, tears springing to my eyes, hot and furious. "You were supposed to say, 'Vanessa, that is monstrous, and you will not speak about my niece that way!' You were supposed to be the man who jumped into the lake to save me, not the coward who let his wife push me under!"
Daniel went completely pale. The lake. The memory that had bonded us for thirty years hung between us like a shattered mirror.
"I loved you, Daniel," I whispered, the anger draining away, leaving only an aching void. "I trusted you more than anyone in this family. But when I was drowning in your pool on Saturday, it wasn't you who pulled me out. It was Thomas. You didn't even reach out a hand."
"Becky, please," he choked, taking a step toward me, reaching for my arm. "Don't do this. We're brother and sister. We can get past this."
"Not without an apology from your wife," I said, stepping backward, out of his reach. "A real, public apology. To me, to Thomas, and to the memory of Sophie. And not without you admitting that what happened was evil."
Daniel’s shoulders slumped. A bitter, defeated shadow crossed his face. "You know she’ll never do that. Vanessa's pride... she'll never apologize in front of everyone."
"Then you’ve made your choice," I said quietly. "And you have to live with it."
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I turned, walked back inside, and closed the door between us. Through the glass, I watched my big brother stand on my porch in the gray Ohio drizzle, alone, before turning around and walking down the driveway.
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