Chapter 9 - THE SISTER WHO STAYED ANGRY
Sarah refused the repayment agreement.
For eleven days.
She called it humiliating.
Punitive.
Unnecessary.
She told relatives Emma was “turning one mistake into financial warfare.”
Emma didn’t respond.
Then Robert stopped paying Sarah’s apartment rent.
That information had been new to Emma too.
Sixteen hundred dollars a month.
For eighteen months.
Diane protested.
Robert held firm.
Sarah signed the agreement three days later.
She would repay him over five years.
Not Emma.
The trust had already been restored.
She would repay the person who rescued her.
That mattered.
Robert also removed himself as trustee of Emma’s remaining assets and appointed an independent professional until Emma turned twenty-five.
His idea.
Emma respected that.
Diane took longer.
She kept asking when Emma would “sit down with Sarah.”
Emma kept answering:
“When I want to.”
Two months passed.
Then Sarah appeared outside Emma’s apartment.
No warning.
Emma almost didn’t open the door.
Sarah looked different.
Not transformed.
Just tired.
“Can we talk?”
Emma let her in.
Sarah sat on the couch.
For several minutes, neither spoke.
Then Sarah said:
“I hated you.”
Emma had expected an apology.
Not that.
She sat opposite.
“When?”
“Sometimes.”
“Why?”
Sarah looked down.
“Because you made being normal look easy.”
Emma almost laughed.
“It wasn’t.”
“I know.”
“No, you don’t.”
Sarah nodded.
“Probably not.”
That was new.
No defense.
Sarah continued.
“When Beaumont Row failed, I couldn’t tell anyone.”
“Why?”
“Because Dad invested.”
“He would have survived hearing the truth.”
“I wouldn’t.”
Emma looked at her.
Sarah’s eyes filled.
“I was always the one who was supposed to do something impressive.”
Emma thought of childhood.
All those photographs.
All that praise.
The golden child also lives inside a cage.
More comfortable.
Still a cage.
Sarah continued.
“Then London happened.”
“You made London happen.”
“Yes.”
“You stole from me.”
“Yes.”
“You kissed John.”
Sarah closed her eyes.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
The answer took a while.
“Because he looked at me like I was wrong.”
Emma frowned.
“That made you kiss him?”
“Everybody else was panicking and trying to save me.”
Sarah looked up.
“John wasn’t.”
Emma understood.
“And you wanted him to choose you.”
Sarah began crying.
“Yes.”
Not romantically, exactly.
Maybe partly.
But deeper than that.
Sarah had spent her life winning the room.
John refused.
So she tried to prove she could still win him.
Then, at the anniversary party, she tried again.
Publicly.
Destructively.
Sarah whispered:
“When he showed up, I knew he was going to tell you.”
“So you got there first.”
“Yes.”
Emma sat back.
“I’m glad you finally admit it.”
Sarah wiped her face.
“Do you forgive me?”
Emma almost smiled.
“No.”
Sarah looked surprised despite everything.
“Not yet.”
Silence.
“Maybe someday.”
Sarah nodded.
That was the first consequence nobody could refinance, reimburse, or schedule.
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Forgiveness would happen on Emma’s timeline.
If it happened at all.
