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Chapter 10: The Poison in Paris
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The journal sat on my nightstand for three days before I opened it again.Every time I looked at it, I remembered her face. The way she’d cried when I hugged her. The way she’d looked at me like I was the most important person in the world.But I also remembered Mama Vivian’s face when she saw us talking. The way Grandma had looked at Serena like she was an enemy. The way everyone at the party had whispered and stared.I didn’t know what to believe anymore.On the fourth day, I was lying in bed when Mama Vivian came in to say goodnight. She sat on the edge of my bed like she always did, smoothed my hair back like she always did.“Did you have fun at your party?” she asked.“Yeah. It was great.”“Good.” She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “I saw you talking to that woman. Serena.”My stomach tightened. “She gave me a present.”“I know.” Mama Vivian’s voice went careful. “What did she say to you, sweetheart?”“Just… that she was sorry. That she didn’t want to leave me.” I watched
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“No.” The word came out broken. “He didn’t even remember me. From the engagement party. He said he thought he saw me but he wasn’t sure.”“He was probably nervous—”“He forgot me, Clara.” I turned to face her, tears burning my eyes. “I held him for three hours when he was born. I counted his fingers and his toes. I sang to him every night. I fought to stay in his life until I physically couldn’t anymore. And he forgot me.”“Serena….”“I need air.” I pulled away, headed for the door.Adrian caught me in the hallway. “Where are you going?”“I can’t breathe in here.” I pushed past him. “I need to leave.”“You just got here…”“And I’ve already seen what I came to see.” I stopped, faced him. “My son doesn’t know me, Adrian. He looked at me like I was a stranger. Because to him, I am. You made sure of that.”“I’m sorry….”“Stop f*cking apologizing!” The words exploded out of me. “Stop saying you’re sorry when sorry doesn’t fix anything. Sorry, don't give me back eight years. Sorry doesn’t m
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