Chapter 14 - The Day My Sister Returned

Marissa left prison after serving five years and nine months.

She moved into a transitional apartment two counties away.

She found work inside a manufacturing company’s accounting office.

Her salary was modest.

The apartment was small.

Everything inside belonged to her because she earned it.

Six months later, she requested a meeting.

Not with Grace.

With me.

We met in a therapist’s office.

Noah waited inside the building.

Marissa entered wearing a navy dress.

Her hair was shorter.

For several seconds, neither of us spoke.

“Thank you for coming.”

She said.

“I almost didn’t.”

“I know.”

She placed both hands on her knees.

“I practiced what I wanted to say.”

“Then do not perform it.”

She exhaled.

“Okay.”

She looked at me.

“I kicked you because I hated the life I thought you had.”

“I wanted you afraid.”

“I knew the baby could be hurt.”

“I did it anyway.”

No excuse followed.

No mention of Dad.

No request for forgiveness.

“I am sorry.”

She continued.

“I know those words do not repair anything.”

“I am not asking them to.”

I studied her face.

“Do you resent your sentence?”

“No.”

“Do you resent me?”

“Sometimes.”

The honesty surprised me.

“For what?”

“For having Grace.”

“For keeping the orchard.”

“For being believed.”

She swallowed.

“Then I remember that I created the reason you could not trust me.”

“What do you do with the resentment?”

“I discuss it in therapy.”

“I do not turn it into your responsibility.”

I asked the question that had lived inside me for years.

“When you looked at my stomach, what were you thinking?”

Marissa’s eyes filled.

“I thought if the baby was gone, Grandma’s decision would not be permanent.”

“Did you want Grace to die?”

“I did not think the word die.”

“I thought stop.”

“End.”

“Undo.”

She began crying quietly.

“But those words meant the same thing.”

I looked toward the window.

The truth was terrible.

It was also clear.

“I cannot forgive you today.”

I said.

“I understand.”

“I may never trust you alone with Grace.”

“I understand.”

“You may never have the sister relationship you want.”

“I know.”

Her answer held no anger.

That mattered.

We met again three months later.

Then again.

After a year, I allowed Marissa to see a photograph of Grace.

She cried.

She did not ask to keep it.

Two years after her release, Marissa met Grace inside a supervised family center.

Grace was eight.

She knew the basic truth.

“Aunt Marissa hurt Mommy when I was inside her belly.”

She said.

Marissa nodded.

“I did.”

“Are you sorry?”

“Yes.”

“Why did you do it?”

“Because I was angry and selfish.”

“Did Grandpa make you?”

“No.”

“He encouraged me to scare your mom.”

“But I chose what I did.”

Grace considered the answer.

“Mom says being sorry does not mean I have to hug you.”

“Your mom is right.”

They completed a puzzle.

No hug happened.

No miracle occurred.

Marissa left after forty-five minutes.

She cried inside her car.

She did not ask me to comfort her.

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