Chapter 2: What My Aunt Knew
Part 2 ⬇️
I made it as far as the hallway before I heard his footsteps behind me.
"You're going to cause a scene." His voice was low, almost a warning.
I stopped walking.
I didn't turn around.
"I already did," I said.
"You caused it years ago."
He grabbed my arm — not hard, but enough.
When I finally turned to face him, his expression wasn't apologetic.
It was annoyed.
Like I was the problem.
Like I had embarrassed him by simply telling the truth in front of his guests.
"Everything I did for this family," I said quietly, "and you couldn't say my name once tonight."
He straightened his jacket.
"Your brother needs more support.
You've always been fine on your own."
That sentence hit me somewhere deep.
I had heard versions of it my whole life.
She's strong.
She doesn't need anything.
She'll be okay.
What no one ever asked was whether I wanted to be okay alone.
Then I heard my aunt's voice from the doorway behind him.
"Tell her," she said.
Her face was pale.
Her hands were clasped tight in front of her.
She was looking at my father like she had been waiting years to say those two words.
My father went very still.
"Tell her what?" I asked.
Nobody answered.
But the look that passed between them made my stomach drop.
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What my aunt knew — and what my father had been hiding for years — is darker than anyone at that table suspected.
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