Sophie laughed.
It was the sound Clara had been waiting twenty-nine years to hear.
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Margaret called one more time, on a Sunday evening.
Clara answered.
“Clara.”
“Margaret.”
“I’m sorry.”
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Clara closed her eyes.
She had waited decades to hear those words.
They arrived the way everything in this story arrived — too late, and in the wrong voice.
“I know you are.”
“Can I see Sophie?”
“That’s up to her.”
“She won’t return my calls.”
“She will when she’s ready.
If she’s ready.”
“Clara — I was wrong.
I know I was wrong.”
“You were wrong for thirty years, Margaret.
And you made sure I paid for every one of them.”
Margaret was crying now.
Clara could hear it — the wet, broken sound of a woman who had finally run out of people to control.
“I’m not going to forgive you today,” Clara said.
“Maybe not tomorrow.
