I didn’t say anything. I started walking again.
Rebecca stepped right in front of me.
“You disappear for five years and think you can just walk into his funeral like nothing happened?”
“I’m not doing this here, Becca.”
She laughed. A short, sharp sound.
“Oh, you’re not?”
“No.”
She’d been waiting for this moment for a long time. I could see that now.
Five years of resentment had piled up behind her eyes. And I’d just walked into the one place on earth where she knew I couldn’t walk away without making an even bigger scene.
And she had an audience.
That always mattered to Rebecca.
“You missed Christmas,” she said.
I didn’t say anything.
“Five Christmases. And Thanksgiving.”
Nothing.
“Mom’s surgery.”
My jaw tightened.
“Dad’s retirement.”
I just looked at her.
“Grandpa’s seventy-ninth birthday.”
“I know,” I said.
Rebecca laughed again.
“You know?”
The cruelty wasn’t in her volume. It was in how reasonable she sounded. Like a lawyer listing evidence for a jury. Like the case had already been decided.
People were openly watching now.
Rebecca turned a little, toward them.
“For anybody wondering,” she said, “this is Claire. My little sister.”
I could hear the rain drumming on all those umbrellas.
“The one who disappeared five years ago.”
There it was.
My introduction.
Not daughter. Not granddaughter. Not sister.
The one who disappeared.
I kept my hands at my sides.
Slow breath in. Slow breath out.
Rebecca had no idea that being embarrassed in front of family friends wasn’t anywhere near the worst pressure I’d learned to sit through.
She had no idea how many rooms I’d walked into where one wrong expression on my face could cost far more than pride.
How many conversations required a silence more disciplined than anything she could pull out of me on a sidewalk in the rain.
How often I’d let people underestimate me, because correcting them would cost more than being misunderstood.
“You could have called,” she said.
“No.”
She blinked.
For the first time, I’d surprised her.
“No?”
“I couldn’t.”
Her face hardened.
“There’s always an excuse with you.”
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