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At fourteen, Gia sent a birthday card addressed only to “the girls,” with a check inside.
Nora looked at the amount and inhaled. “That’s also… a lot of money.”
I tore it in half before either of them could say another word.
“Mama,” Nora said, staring. “That was a lot of money.”
“Yes,” I said. “And this is a lot of principle. She hasn’t been involved in your lives, girls. She doesn’t get to start now.”
I pointed at her. “Don’t be reasonable with me when I’m making a point.”
“That was a lot of money.”
There were things I never told them.
Bills I stared at too long. There was the week I thought we might lose the house, but somehow we didn’t.
I called those things luck because I didn’t have energy for another word.
There were things I never told them.
“If either of you leaves mascara on my white towels,” I called upstairs, “I will walk directly into the sea, towels with me.”
Nora came into the kitchen holding one earring and a safety pin. “Can you fix this, or is tonight my asymmetrical era?”
I took it from her, fixed the clasp, and looked at both of them.
I was pinning graduation gowns.
Lily stood holding one heel. Nora stood, hair half-curled, dress half-zipped, and glowing already.
“My God,” I said. “I really did it.”
Lily’s face softened first. “Mama…”
Nora stepped closer. “Yes, Mama. You did.”
Graduation was perfect, their names, their smiles, and the way my hands wouldn’t stop smoothing my dress.
That night, Lily kissed my cheek and said, “You know we’re not moving to another country, right?”
“Don’t challenge me,” I said. “I could still guilt you into staying within city limits.”
“Yes, Mama. You did.”
***
The next morning, someone knocked.
I opened the door, expecting a neighbor or Nora’s medication delivery.Doors & Windows
Instead, I found a gray-haired man in a navy suit holding a thick folder.
“Erica?” he asked.
“Yes?”
“My name is Matthew. I’m here on behalf of Sam. He left something for you and asked me to deliver it on this exact day.”
Everything inside me went cold.
“I’m here on behalf of Sam.”
“I think you have the wrong house.”
“I don’t.”
I started closing the door.
He said, “So you really don’t know what he did for you and those girls?”
My grip tightened on the handle. “You need to leave.”
“Open the folder first.”
I took it just to end the conversation.
“You need to leave.”
Inside were things I hadn’t thought I’d see:
Trust documents.
Bank records.
College accounts in Lily and Nora’s name.
Copies of mortgage payments.
Medical payments.
Then a legal memo with one name across the top.
Gia.
Lily appeared in the hallway. “Mom?”
Nora came behind her, one sock on. “What’s happening?”
Inside were things I hadn’t thought I’d see.
I looked up at Matthew. “Why is her name on this?”
He nodded once. “Eighteen years ago, Gia prepared to challenge the surrogacy, use your miscarriages to question your stability, and push for family-controlled guardianship over the twins.”
Nora went still. “What?”
“Your father found out at the hospital the day you were born,” Matthew said. “He believed if he fought her openly, she’d drag all of you through court while you were exhausted and you were newborns. So he made a terrible decision. He left to make her lose interest.”
“Why is her name on this?”
“He made sure nothing came directly from him,” Matthew added. “If Gia had traced it, she would have known exactly where to press.”
Lily stared at him. “He abandoned us to protect us?”
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