Chapter 7 - The Cabin by the Lake
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I looked at my sister, tracing the new lines of exhaustion around her eyes.
"Why didn't you come?" I asked. I didn't mean it as an accusation, but the question had haunted me for years.
"I did," Evelyn said, the words heavy with regret. "Three years ago. In October."
My mind spun backward, landing on a chilly, rain-soaked October three years prior. That was the month Luke had abruptly packed our bags and driven me to an isolated rental cabin near the lake. He called it a romantic surprise. There was no cell service, no internet, and the nearest neighbor was miles away. We stayed for ten days, even though I begged to go home after two.
"You weren't home," Evelyn continued, her voice trembling. "I drove twelve hours straight. When I got there, the house was dark. I called Luke’s cell. He told me you were deeply grieving another miscarriage and had gone away to a retreat. He said if I really loved you, I would respect your boundaries and leave you alone."
I remembered sitting in that cabin, staring out at the grey water, while Luke brought me tea and told me the isolation was exactly what my fragile mind needed to heal.
"You drove all that way," I whispered, devastated. "Why didn't you leave a note?"
"I did," Evelyn said firmly. "I wrote a letter and pushed it straight through your mail slot."
My heart hammered against my ribs. "I never saw it."
We sat in silence, letting the horrifying truth settle over us. The hidden reality of my life didn't arrive with a dramatic explosion. It arrived quietly, built on a foundation of stolen letters, disconnected phone lines, and forced vacations meant to keep me a prisoner in my own marriage.
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Evelyn reached into her leather tote bag and pulled out a thick, clear plastic folder.
"I brought something," she said. "I kept copies of everything I sent. Every email that bounced back. Every birthday card. I needed proof that I hadn't abandoned you."
