Chapter 23 - The Mirror of Truth
I stared at my sister through the narrow gap of the security chain, feeling a strange, hollow detachment. There was a time when Clara’s tears would have broken me. We had grown up sharing secrets, clothes, and dreams in a small-town bedroom, whispering about the lives we wanted to build. But somewhere along the way, wealth and power had rotted her soul, turning her into a tyrant who looked down on anyone she deemed beneath her—including a twelve-year-old girl fighting for her health.
"Mercy?" I whispered, the word tasting like ash on my tongue. "You are asking me for mercy, Clara? The same mercy you showed Grace when you told a room full of people that her paralysis was a theatrical performance? The same mercy you showed when your son humiliated her on Christmas Day?"
"That was business! That was a game!" Clara shrieked hysterically, her voice rising in pitch before she caught herself, glancing nervously toward the neighbors' houses. "People say things in the heat of the moment! You can't hold a grudge forever, Natalie! We’re blood!"
"Blood doesn't give you the right to destroy my child," I replied, my voice dropping to a terrifying, icy whisper. "You didn't just say things in the heat of the moment, Clara. You orchestrated a campaign to break my daughter’s spirit because her vulnerability offended your pristine, picture-perfect image. You thought you were untouchable. You thought money and status made you God."
"I’m sorry!" Clara sobbed, sliding down the doorframe until she was kneeling on the patio tiles, clutching her head in her hands. "I’m sorry, okay?! I’ll apologize to Grace! I’ll get on my knees and beg her for forgiveness! Just... please help us pay off the debts. Just a loan. I’ll pay you back every penny."
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"You couldn't pay me back in a lifetime," I said softly. "Because some debts aren't measured in money, Clara. They’re measured in trust, and yours was shattered beyond repair a long time ago."
I reached out and slammed the sliding door shut, throwing the heavy deadbolt into place. Outside, Clara pounded weakly against the glass a few times before her strength gave out, sliding down into a heap of defeat. I drew the heavy curtains closed, shutting her out of my life once and for all.
