Chapter 5 - THE FOLDER IN MELISSA’S CAR
The officers eventually left after confirming Lily was safe with me.
My mother and Melissa did not leave happily.
Officer Daniels asked them to return my spare key.
Mom insisted it was hers.
I held out my hand.
She stared at me for several seconds.
Then she dropped it into my palm.
“You’re making a terrible mistake.”
“No,” I said. “I made the mistake when I gave you the key.”
Melissa grabbed her purse.
“This family is impossible because of you.”
I almost answered.
Then I noticed Lily listening.
So I didn’t.
That was another difference between my mother and me.
I was finally learning not every adult emotion needed a child for an audience.
The next morning, Melissa called.
I did not answer.
Then again.
Then a text.
We need to talk before Mom does something stupid.
I stared at it for several minutes.
Finally, I called.
“What does that mean?”
Melissa sounded exhausted.
“Can we meet?”
“No. Talk now.”
“Natalie—”
“Talk.”
Silence.
Then she said, “Mom has been documenting things.”
My skin went cold.
“What things?”
“Stuff Lily says. Times you’re late. Work trips. When Aaron changes weekends.”
“Why?”
“You know why.”
“No, Melissa. I obviously don’t.”
“She thinks Lily should live with her.”
I closed my eyes.
“For how long?”
“I don’t know.”
“You do.”
Another silence.
“She’s been talking about it since your divorce.”
There it was.
The thing I had refused to believe.
“Did you help her?”
“At first I thought she was just worried.”
“That’s not an answer.”
Melissa started crying.
“I drove her places. I printed things. I made copies.”
“Copies of what?”
“Messages. Photos. School stuff.”
My heart started pounding.
“How did she get school information?”
Melissa did not answer.
“Melissa.”
“She knew your login.”
I almost dropped the phone.
My mother had helped me set up the school portal years earlier.
I had reused an old password.
Stupid.
Ordinary.
Human.
And she had turned familiarity into access.
Then Melissa said something stranger.
“There’s a folder in my car.”
“What folder?”
“All the stuff Mom collected.”
I sat down.
“Why are you telling me?”
“Because last night wasn’t what she said it would be.”
“What did she tell you?”
Melissa’s voice broke.
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“She said the police would just make a report.”
That was the first moment I realized my sister had not understood how far our mother intended to go.
