“Because,” she said gently, “Martha is my mother.”
Memories rushed through my mind all at once.
I remembered the day Martha suddenly disappeared from our house.
My mother had accused her of stealing a diamond bracelet.
The accusation had been loud, humiliating, and final.
Martha had been fired immediately.
At the time, I was only a child, and I had accepted my parents’ explanation without question.
“She betrayed our trust,” my mother had said coldly.
But Claire’s voice interrupted my thoughts.
“My mother never stole anything,” she said quietly.
I looked at her, stunned.Relationship advice book
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