Margaret looked up. Her face was wrecked. “I don’t deserve that.”
“In the car. On the way home from the hospital. She said, ‘Leo had a future. Elena has a poetry blog and a daughter she can’t afford to put through community college.’” He laughed—a dry, terrible sound. “Then she said she was sorry. But we both know Margaret.” real momson sex incest home made video
Elena felt something break loose inside her—not anger, not sadness, but a kind of terrible clarity. “You didn’t want a daughter. You wanted a doll.” Margaret looked up
Elena leaned against Leo’s desk. The wood was cool against her palms. “Sophie asked me the other day why we don’t see Grandma and Grandpa very often. I told her it was because Grandma gets tired easily.” She looked up. “I’ve been protecting you. From her. From the truth. I’ve been lying to my own daughter so she wouldn’t know that her grandmother thinks our family is an abomination.” On the way home from the hospital
Elena’s breath caught.
In the kitchen, Margaret’s voice cut through the murmur of guests. “Elena. A word.”
She pulled her wrist free. “I’m going to say goodbye to Sophie, and then I’m leaving.”