Chapter 5 - THE HOUSE WAS NEVER HERS

Daniel followed Claire into the bedroom.

“Let me explain.”

Claire opened drawers and threw clothes into a suitcase.

“Go ahead.”

“The house belonged to my dad.”

“You told me you bought it from the estate.”

“I did.”

“With marital money.”

“Mostly.”

Claire stopped.

“Mostly?”

“My mother retained an ownership interest.”

“How much?”

Daniel didn’t answer.

Claire turned.

“How much?”

“Fifty-one percent.”

The room seemed to tilt.

Claire stared at him.

“You let me spend six years paying for renovations on a house your mother controls?”

“It was complicated.”

“No. Fraud is complicated. This is simple.”

“It’s not fraud.”

“I paid the mortgage.”

“There is no mortgage.”

Claire froze.

“What?”

Daniel looked like he wished he could pull the words back.

Claire spoke very slowly.

“There is no mortgage?”

He exhaled.

“The house was already paid off.”

Claire’s brain raced.

Every month, $2,400 left their joint account under a transfer labeled HOME LOAN.

“Where has the money been going?”

Daniel rubbed both hands over his face.

“Into a family investment account.”

Claire stared.

“What family?”

“Ours.”

“Whose name?”

Silence.

“Daniel.”

“My mother manages it.”

Claire laughed.

Then laughed again.

Because if she didn’t, she would scream.

“So every month, I thought I was helping us buy our home, but I was sending money to Margaret?”

“It’s still for our future.”

“Show me.”

“What?”

“The account.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“I don’t have direct access.”

Claire zipped the suitcase.

“Of course you don’t.”

Daniel stepped in front of the door.

“I messed up, okay?”

“This is beyond messed up.”

“I was trying to keep the peace.”

“With who?”

“You and Mom.”

Claire looked at him like he was a stranger.

“You watched her starve our daughter to keep the peace?”

“She wasn’t starving her.”

“Stop saying that.”

“She loves Lily.”

“She called her greedy.”

“She grew up differently.”

“She weighed our daughter every week.”

Daniel looked away.

Claire caught it.

“You knew that too.”

He said nothing.

“How much does Lily weigh?”

“What?”

“You knew about the weigh-ins. So tell me. What did she weigh Monday?”

“Claire.”

“What did our daughter weigh?”

Daniel’s face hardened.

“This is pointless.”

“No. What’s pointless is me spending another second believing you’re confused. You’re not confused. You chose.”

She pushed past him.

As she reached the hallway, she heard something downstairs.

A drawer.

Then Rachel shouted.

“Claire!”

Claire ran down.

Rachel was standing in the kitchen holding a black composition notebook.

Margaret stood across from her, furious.

“I found it under the sink behind the cleaning supplies,” Rachel said.

Claire’s heart pounded.

Margaret moved forward.

“Give me that.”

Rachel stepped back.

“No chance.”

Daniel rushed in.

“Mom?”

Claire took the notebook from Rachel.

On the cover, written in Margaret’s neat handwriting:

LILY — FOOD / WEIGHT / BEHAVIOR.

Claire opened it.

Monday.

41.8 lbs.

Breakfast withheld due to attitude.

Tuesday.

No dessert. Asked twice.

Wednesday.

Cried for crackers. Manipulative behavior.

Claire’s vision blurred.

Then she reached a page from three months earlier.

A line had been underlined twice.

DANIEL AGREES — NO FOOD AFTER 6 P.M., EVEN IF SHE MISSES DINNER.

Claire slowly raised her eyes.

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