I waited for Elaine to speak.<\/p>\n
The kitchen clock ticked above the refrigerator.<\/p>\n
I could hear Rachel moving around upstairs, checking on Emma before going to bed.<\/p>\n
Elaine was still on the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you alone?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n
I looked toward the staircase.<\/p>\n
\u201cRachel is here, but she's upstairs.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan we talk somewhere private?\u201d<\/p>\n
I lowered my voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She took a breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't want you to misunderstand me, Clara.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can't promise that. I don't know what you're going to tell me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice sounded tired.<\/p>\n
I had never heard Elaine speak like that before.<\/p>\n
She had always been the quieter sister, the one who let Miriam take over conversations.<\/p>\n
Even when Miriam criticized me, Elaine rarely challenged her directly.<\/p>\n
I had assumed she didn't want to get involved.<\/p>\n
Now I wondered whether I had mistaken silence for ignorance.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is this about?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt's about what Emma said at the funeral.\u201d<\/p>\n
My fingers tightened around the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Miriam tell you something?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen how do you know about it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPeople have been talking.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
Of course they had.<\/p>\n
A room full of people had witnessed Miriam strike me.<\/p>\n
They had seen the funeral director intervene.<\/p>\n
They had heard Emma mention the bottles.<\/p>\n
There was no way to keep the events of that afternoon private.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat exactly have you heard?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOnly that Emma saw Miriam doing something with a bottle.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is what she told Pastor Daniel.\u201d<\/p>\n
Elaine was quiet for a moment.<\/p>\n
Then she asked a question I hadn't expected.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Emma say where Miriam was when she saw it?\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the cold cup of tea.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. She hasn't told me the details herself.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHave the police spoken to her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey're arranging for a specialist to speak with her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word came out quickly.<\/p>\n
I noticed it.<\/p>\n
So did she.<\/p>\n
\u201cI mean, that's good,\u201d Elaine added. \u201cShe shouldn't have to keep explaining herself to everyone.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat back in my chair.<\/p>\n
That was exactly what I had been thinking.<\/p>\n
For the first time since the funeral, someone from Miriam's family had said something that made me feel less alone.<\/p>\n
But it didn't answer my question.<\/p>\n
\u201cElaine, why are you calling me?\u201d<\/p>\n
She hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I think you need to be careful about what happens next.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cCareful of what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf people deciding what Emma meant before the investigators have spoken to her.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
Not because it was funny.<\/p>\n
Because I had spent the entire day trying to stop people from doing exactly that.<\/p>\n
\u201cTrevor already thinks she might have misunderstood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was afraid he would.\u201d<\/p>\n
I straightened in my chair.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew he would say that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know my sister.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stopped herself.<\/p>\n
Then she continued more quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cMiriam doesn't like being questioned. She especially doesn't like being told she might have made a mistake.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward the staircase again.<\/p>\n
\u201cElaine, are you saying you think she did something to my boys?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer came so quickly that I believed she was afraid of making that accusation.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know what happened to Owen and Luke,\u201d she said. \u201cI wasn't there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what are you trying to tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
She was quiet long enough for me to hear the faint rustling of paper on her end.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't want you to let anyone pressure Emma.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI won't.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd don't let anyone convince you that asking questions makes you a bad mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the wall.<\/p>\n
That sentence hurt because it touched something I had been trying not to examine.<\/p>\n
Miriam had blamed me beside the coffins.<\/p>\n
Trevor had tried to explain away Emma's statement.<\/p>\n
I had spent years listening to suggestions that I was too tired, too sensitive, or too easily upset.<\/p>\n
Some part of me had begun to wonder whether I really was the problem.<\/p>\n
Elaine's words made me realize how much I had allowed those accusations to shape the way I saw myself.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have never wanted anything except to take care of my children,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don't know what it was like in that house sometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d she admitted. \u201cI don't.\u201d<\/p>\n
I appreciated her honesty.<\/p>\n
She could have told me that she understood everything.<\/p>\n
She could have offered a comforting lie.<\/p>\n
Instead, she acknowledged what she didn't know.<\/p>\n
For some reason, that made it easier to keep listening.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Miriam ever tell you anything about that night?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she tell you why she was at our house?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said she was helping you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt a coldness spread through my chest.<\/p>\n
That was how I had described it too.<\/p>\n
Helping.<\/p>\n
Miriam had come over, prepared the bottles, and encouraged me to rest.<\/p>\n
At the time, I had considered it a kindness.<\/p>\n
Now the word felt different.<\/p>\n
\u201cElaine, I need you to understand something. I am not accusing your sister of causing my sons' deaths. I don't know what happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut Emma saw something. I can't ignore that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou shouldn't.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked down at the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen I need everyone to stop telling me what she might have meant.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI agree.\u201d<\/p>\n
For several seconds, neither of us spoke.<\/p>\n
I had no idea whether Elaine possessed any information that could help the investigation.<\/p>\n
She hadn't told me anything that established what happened to the twins.<\/p>\n
She hadn't claimed to know what was in the bottle.<\/p>\n
She hadn't offered an explanation for Miriam's behavior.<\/p>\n
Still, her call had changed something.<\/p>\n
Until then, I had felt as though I were standing alone against a family that wanted the matter to disappear.<\/p>\n
Now I knew at least one person understood why I couldn't simply forget what Emma had said.<\/p>\n
Elaine finally spoke again.<\/p>\n
\u201cClara, I am sorry about your boys.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the two photographs on my phone.<\/p>\n
Owen holding my finger.<\/p>\n
Luke asleep against a blanket.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wish I could do more.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo do I.\u201d<\/p>\n
We ended the call a few minutes later.<\/p>\n
I sat in the kitchen for a long time.<\/p>\n
The tea remained untouched.<\/p>\n
I thought about Elaine's questions.<\/p>\n
Had Emma said where Miriam was?<\/p>\n
Had anyone spoken to her?<\/p>\n
Why had Elaine been so concerned about people pressuring my daughter?<\/p>\n
I didn't know whether those questions meant anything beyond ordinary concern.<\/p>\n
I refused to turn them into clues simply because I was desperate for answers.<\/p>\n
Detective Alvarez had been clear.<\/p>\n
We needed facts.<\/p>\n
Not guesses.<\/p>\n
I picked up my phone and considered calling Trevor.<\/p>\n
I wanted to tell him that Elaine had called.<\/p>\n
I wanted to ask whether his mother had spoken to him about the bottles.<\/p>\n
But I knew what would happen if I called while I was still upset.<\/p>\n
We would argue.<\/p>\n
He would defend his mother.<\/p>\n
I would remind him that she had hit me.<\/p>\n
Then we would end the conversation without resolving anything.<\/p>\n
I put the phone down.<\/p>\n
The next morning, I would let the investigators decide what questions needed to be asked.<\/p>\n
That was the only way I could think of to protect Emma without turning her into the center of another family argument.<\/p>\n
Before going upstairs, I rinsed the cup and placed it beside the sink.<\/p>\n
I had no idea why I bothered.<\/p>\n
The small act of cleaning something gave me a sense that I could still make one corner of the world orderly.<\/p>\n
Then I checked on Emma.<\/p>\n
She was asleep with her rabbit tucked against her chest.<\/p>\n
The bedroom door was still open.<\/p>\n
I stood there for a moment, watching her breathe.<\/p>\n
I had promised her that I would be there when she woke up.<\/p>\n
I intended to keep that promise.<\/p>\n
Whatever the investigation revealed, she would not have to face it alone.<\/p>\n
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