Chapter 7
In the recording:
Officer Kate glared at my mother across the sterile interrogation table.[]
“Mrs. Mitchell,” she began, voice tight with barely controlled rage, “DNA confirms you’re Emma’s biological mother. What kind of monster beats their own child to the brink of death?“]
My mother just laughed–that same hollow.]
Officer Kate slammed her palm against the metal table.]
“You don’t deserve to call yourself a mother!” she shouted. “If you didn’t want her, there are options–adoption, foster care–anything but this systematic torture! What the hell is wrong with you?“]]
Something in my mother’s face shifted. For a moment, she looked almost… broken.]]
“You’re right,” she whispered.[]
“God knows I’ve failed as a mother. That child… she’d have been better off never drawing breath.“[]
Then, with practiced precision–the same move I’d seen her pull on my grandparents, on Adam, on everyone–she beckoned Officer Kate closer.
I knew what was coming next.]
My mother took out her phone, tapped the screen a few times, and held it up.[]
I watched as Officer Kate’s expression transformed–first confusion, then shock, her pupils dilating as her mouth fell slightly open.]
When the video ended, the room went silent. So silent I could hear the faint buzz of the fluorescent lights overhead.[]
After what felt like forever, Officer Kate stepped forward and unlocked my mother’s handcuffs.[]
“You’re free to go, Mrs. Mitchell. There will be no charges filed.“]
When I saw this scene, instead of being shocked or going into a hysterical fit, I was surprisingly calm.]
When Officer Kate visited me a week later, she couldn’t even look me in the eye. Her shoulders slumped, her earlier righteous confidence completely gone.[]
I just smiled weakly. “It’s okay. I get it.“[]
And I did. This outcome was as predictable as the changing seasons.]
A month later, my body had mostly healed.[]
I was discharged with a bottle of painkillers and a social worker’s card I knew would be useless.[]
Walking through the front door of our house, I found my parents sitting on sofa. Dad was smiling, his hand gently caressing
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Mom’s stomach.
My mother didn’t even acknowledge my existence.[]
As I stood there, my gaze fell on her slightly swollen belly, and reality clicked into place.[]
“Mom, are you pregnant?“]
Her eyes flicked toward me, cold as arctic ice. “Get out!“[]
Then she returned to staring blankly at her own stomach, as if I’d suddenly become invisible.[]
Dad shot me a warning glare, his jaw tight.[]
“Keep your shit together,” he growled. “If you so much as breathe wrong around your unborn sister, I’ll make what your mother did look like a spa treatment.“[]
He immediately returned to doting on Mom, the picture–perfect husband.[]
Yet there wasn’t a hint of joy on my mother’s face.[]
After watching this twisted scene for a minute, I couldn’t help myself.[]
“Dad, isn’t a boy good enough? Why are you so convinced it’s a girl?“]
My question made his forehead crease. “A daughter is a father’s princess, I just prefer girls.“]
That was the end of our conversation.[]
He turned back to Mom, murmuring about how my sister’s birth would be “Daddy’s perfect day“.[]
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The favoritism couldn’t be more obvious. My father was beyond excited about this unborn girl.[]
In the following weeks, he hired multiple caregivers to attend to my mother’s every need, taking extreme precautions for what they called a “high–risk geriatric pregnancy.“]
My mother never raised a hand against me again, but whenever our eyes met, she’d coldly command me to “get out.“]]
Dad wasn’t any better. “Back off if you know what’s good for you,” he warned. “Your mom’s the VIP in this house now. Don’t even think about stressing her out.“[]
I didn’t need to be told twice. The next day, I packed my essentials and left.[]
I found a cheap studio apartment and started piecing together some semblance of independence.[]
Three months later, news reached me: my mother had fallen down the stairs and miscarried.[]
Despite everything, she was still my mother, so I rushed back.[]
Chelsea and Zoe had beaten me there. They were hovering by Mom’s bedside.[]
Mom lay in bed, staring at nothing, eyes unfocused.[]
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“Mom, how could you be so careless?” Chelsea sniffled, concerned about the bandage on Mom’s forehead.[]
Zoe said nothing, but her eyes were filled with worry.[]
I stood awkwardly in the doorway, not knowing my place in this tableau.]
Mother stared vacantly for several long moments before slowly returning to reality. The moment her eyes landed on me, something changed–the emptiness instantly replaced by cold hatred.[]
“GET OUT!” she hissed, gesturing weakly toward the ‘door.]]
