Chapter 12 - REBECCA KNEW EVERYTHING

Rebecca answered Claireâs call on the fourth ring.
âHello?â
âItâs Claire.â
Silence.
Then a quiet,
âI heard about Mom.â
Claire gripped the phone.
âDid you watch videos of Lily?â
Rebecca didnât answer.
Claireâs voice hardened.
âDid you?â
âYes.â
Rachel, sitting beside Claire, closed her eyes.
Claire felt sick.
âFor how long?â
âMaybe a year.â
âA year?â
âI didnât watch all of them.â
âWhy were you getting them?â
âMom sent clips.â
âOf what?â
âLily having meltdowns.â
Claireâs nails dug into her palm.
âWhat did those âmeltdownsâ look like?â
Rebecca sounded uncomfortable.
âCrying. Screaming. Asking for food.â
âAnd you thought that was normal?â
âNo.â
âThen why didnât you call me?â
âI told Daniel it was getting weird.â
Claire looked at Daniel across Rachelâs living room.
He lowered his eyes.
âWhen?â
âLast Christmas.â
Claire stared at him.
Rebecca continued.
âI told him Mom was too involved.â
Claireâs voice became flat.
âWhat did Daniel say?â
Rebecca hesitated.
âHe said you wouldnât understand.â
Claire laughed softly.
âOf course.â
Rebecca began crying.
âI should have called you.â
âYes.â
âI was scared of Mom.â
âSo was Lily.â
That ended the excuses.
Rebecca cried harder.
Claire waited.
Finally Rebecca said,
âThereâs something else.â
âWhat?â
âMom sent me one video two months ago. Lily was in the basement room.â
Claireâs chest tightened.
âWhat happened?â
âShe was crying.â
âFor how long?â
âI donât know. The clip was only about forty seconds.â
âWhat was she saying?â
Rebecca started crying harder.
âClaireâŠâ
âWhat was my daughter saying?â
âShe was asking for you.â
Claire shut her eyes.
âAnd?â
âShe kept saying, âMommy doesnât know Iâm here.ââ
Claire covered her mouth.
Daniel stood and walked away.
Claire forced herself to continue.
âSend me the video.â
âI deleted it.â
âFind it.â
âIâll try.â
âNo. Find it.â
Rebecca went quiet.
âOkay.â
Claire ended the call.
Then turned to Daniel.
âYou knew Rebecca had concerns.â
âYes.â
âYou knew.â
âI didnât understand.â
Claire slammed her palm on the table.
âSTOP SAYING THAT.â
Daniel jumped.
âYou understood enough to ignore it.â
âI was afraid.â
âOf your mother?â
âYes.â
âYou were thirty-seven years old.â
âI know.â
âShe controlled everything.â
âYou let her.â
âI know.â
Claireâs voice cracked.
âAnd Lily paid for it.â
Daniel cried then.
Not dramatic tears.
Not excuses.
He simply sat down and covered his face.
For the first time, Claire believed he understood the scale of what he had done.
It didnât change anything.
Her phone buzzed.
Rebecca.
A video attachment.
Claire stared at the thumbnail.
A dim room.
Lily in the folding chair.
She pressed play.
Lily was crying.
âGrandma, please. Iâll be good.â
Margaretâs voice came from behind the camera.
âGood girls donât steal food.â
âI was hungry.â
âThatâs not an excuse.â
âI want Mommy.â
âYour mommy makes you weak.â
Claire stopped the video.
She couldnât breathe.
Rachel grabbed her hand.
But Daniel said,
âWait.â
Claire looked at him.
His face was white.
âWhat?â
âThatâs not Momâs voice at the end.â
Claire stared.
âWhat do you mean?â
He took the phone.
Played the last three seconds.
A second womanâs voice could be heard faintly.
âDonât let her out yet.â
Claireâs blood went cold.
Rachel whispered,
âWho is that?â
May you like
Daniel looked at Claire.
âItâs Rebecca.â