LOGINMy daughter, Amelia Rossum, comes home with her palm pierced all the way through by a pencil. I drop my mop in a panic, hastily change out of my loungewear, and rush her to the ER. At the hospital entrance, my husband, Benedict Rossum, jumps out of his car and immediately lashes out at me. "How could you let this happen to her?" Our neighbor, Lorelei Bates, trails behind him, holding her daughter's hand. She addresses him gently, "Benedict, don't be so hard on Clarissa. Everyone makes mistakes." He scoffs. "Other mothers can keep their kids safe perfectly fine. What's her excuse? I bet she did this on purpose to guilt me into coming home early!" Amelia recoils and hides behind me. Seeing her reaction, Benedict crouches down and immediately softens his voice. "Don't be scared, Amelia. I'm right here. You can tell me what happened. I'll make it right." "Really?" She steals anxious glances at me. I shake my head, silently telling her not to say anything. With Lorelei standing right there, we don't stand a chance. She always finds a way to twist the truth against us. Benedict shoves me aside and picks Amelia up. "Clarissa, are you trying to scare her into keeping quiet? What kind of mother are you? What, did you stab her hand on purpose, too?" "No, it wasn't Mommy!" Amelia bursts into sobs. Benedict gently pats her back, his eyes reddening with distress. "It must hurt a lot, doesn't it, Amelia? Tell me what happened to your hand." She's sobbing so hard that she can barely catch her breath. After a long while, she finally points at Lorelei's daughter and says in between sobs, "Penelope and her friends stabbed me."
View MoreSix months after Amelia died, Benedict went back to his hometown and told his parents what had happened.They were heartbroken, but the birth of their new grandson helped soften the blow somewhat.I still couldn't bring myself to tell my own parents.Instead, I went to Yewton on my own and started volunteering at an orphanage.On the day I arrived, several children hid behind the pillars and watched me. Some stared blankly, while others looked frightened.I sighed, crouched down, and tied the shoelace of a little girl standing in front of me.That night, I filled my room with Amelia's things. Then, I looked up at the stars and whispered, "I made it, Amelia."The next day, during mealtime, I was put in charge of sitting with the children who didn't like to talk.One of them accidentally knocked over their plate and looked at me fearfully.I didn't scold him. I treated the burn he'd gotten from the hot food, then took him back to get another serving.That was the first time he
I didn't entirely believe Benedict, but I went home anyway. On the way there, I bought a can of pepper spray.The apartment was dark when I arrived. Benedict sat alone on the couch smoking. When I turned on the lights, he raised a hand to shield his eyes.I looked at him.Benedict usually seemed permanently irritated, his brows drawn together in a frown. Tonight, though, there was a strange, almost feverish light in his eyes.He stood and slowly strode toward me. With every step he took forward, I took one back.My hand had just closed around the doorknob when Benedict suddenly dropped to his knees."Please, Clarissa. Have another baby with me tonight."I stared at him in shock.How could he say that when Amelia had just died?Before I could respond, Benedict hurriedly pulled out a piece of paper, his tone laced with urgency."Just listen to me. I talked to someone and gave him Amelia's birth chart. He said if you get pregnant again within a month, Amelia's soul could come ba
When I woke up, I was still lying exactly where I'd collapsed.Benedict hadn't come home. There was only a text from him saying he'd been called in for overtime.I found it ironic. Of course, he was still working overtime.I reached up and touched the spot where I'd hit my head when I fell. The blood had already dried against my skin.Then, my phone rang.I glanced at the number and answered."Hello, is this Mrs. Rossum? Everything's been finalized for her transfer, so Amelia can officially start at our school."The voice on the other end of the line continued, "And don't worry. We've already put together a comprehensive care plan for her mental health. We'll do everything we can to make sure she feels safe, happy, and supported here."My throat tightened.Still, I heard myself answer, "Thank you, but we won't need the transfer anymore. Amelia won't be attending for now."After hanging up, I stared blankly out the window. My tears had already dried.Amelia would never get to
The doctor said Amelia had developed post-traumatic epilepsy from a head injury, and the intense emotional distress had triggered a seizure.When I finally found my voice, it came out hoarse. "How did she get a head injury?""We can't say for sure," said the doctor. "That's something you'll have to look into yourselves. I'm sorry for your loss."After he left, the hallway fell silent.A long time passed before I heard Benedict crying quietly beside me."When I took her out, I forgot how much smaller her steps were than mine. I was walking too fast while holding her hand, so she had to keep running to catch up. She missed a step on the stairs and fell. She rolled all the way down and hit the back of her head."I drew in a slow breath, trying to process what he'd just told me.Strangely, I couldn't yell at him or cry.Some part of me still refused to believe Amelia was dead.I'd wanted to ask him why he'd lied to me, why he'd secretly taken her to Lorelei's apartment and forced






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