Chapter 5: A Letter
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-Helena-
Five years later.
“I truly am sorry for your loss.”
I felt a hand on my shoulder, belonging to my mother’s lawyer. There hadn’t been many people at the funeral. Just a few friends, and then George, who needed to get everything in order after her death. I didn’t feel much, though. I hadn’t since the rejection.
So I just looked at the picture of my mother in the living room, while the lawyer went to sit on the couch, taking some papers from his bag and holding them in his hands, wanting to discuss what my mother had left behind.
We had moved after what happened… It wasn’t safe for me to stay. Things were going well, but unfortunately, one awful car accident and suddenly my mother was gone. Despite her healing abilities, no one could have survived getting hit by a truck like that.
“There couldn’t have been much she left behind,” I said, turning to him.
He was an old friend she knew from back in the day. Strangely enough, she had never told me what ‘back in the day meant’.
“No,” he said. “The house is yours.”
I looked around the little place we had barely been able to keep together and nodded.
“As expected,” I replied.
“The car is…” he began.
“Destroyed,” I finished.
“Yes.”
“And?” I inquired.
“And this.” He held up a letter, and I looked at it, feeling a little confused.
“A letter?” I asked.
“From your mother.”
“Read it,” I instructed.
“You want me to read it?” he questioned.
I nodded. “Go ahead. What could possibly be written in there she wouldn’t want you to know?”
I turned to the picture again before I heard the letter being torn open.
“Are you sure?” he inquired.
“Just do it, George.”
“All right…” he said. “My dearest daughter, when you read this, I won’t be here with you anymore. I know how hard you have had it. Life was never easy for you, but you always met the challenges with a smile. You had a light inside you that most people never even find. It is a rare ability you have to go out there and be happy despite what is thrown at you. I don’t see that light anymore…”
It had been a long time since something even shocked me, but I turned around, facing George. He looked up at me, asking silently if I wanted him to continue, but I nodded, telling him to. He sighed a little.
“I don’t see that light anymore. After Carter rejected you, it disappeared, along with your smile. I have tried so many times to find the daughter I lost, but eventually, I knew she wasn’t coming back. I fear now that, with me gone completely, whatever was left of her will die with me. Don’t let it. There is more inside you, Helena, than you might expect—power, light, and kindness. Don’t let this be your ruin. Statuses mean little in the world, really. I know you never saw yourself as much after he rejected you because of your status, but know that they aren’t important. I don’t wish for you to be alone, though. I want you to have someone. I fear what you might do if you don’t. I have left an address of someone I hope might be there for you. Guide you even. You need to find your light again. It’s in there somewhere. I know it is… I will always love you. Mom.”
I continued to look at George, not sure what to say. Her words surprised me. I had not known this was what she thought of me.
“I will leave this here,” he said, a small note with the address of this mystery person my mother apparently wanted me to go find. “Maybe it will help.”
“With?” I asked.
“Do as your mother says. Don’t end up all alone,” he told me.
“What does it matter if I do?” I inquired.
George sighed, standing up and grabbing his bag.
“Helena, she isn’t wrong. You lost something five years ago. Now go find it again.”
“I have nothing to find.”
“I think you’re wrong.” George looked at me for a little while, then he turned away, looking so sad. “Good luck, Helena.”
I didn’t follow him out. I stayed where I was, frozen for a moment, before my eyes darted to the little paper on the table. It was lying beside the letter. I reached for it, certain I was going to rip it in half, not caring about who this person was, but I didn’t. This was her last wish for me to find this person. I could just go look, then leave again.
And then let’s freaking burn this house down with us in it…
If my mother thought I was bad, then she had not heard the few things Amaya had said over the years. She had grown so weak. I barely felt her anymore, but sometimes she stepped forward just a little bit and spoke chilling words.
“She liked this house,” I reminded her.
I don’t…
I didn’t want to argue about it. I just grabbed my jacket and some money. I would end this quickly, but as I was about to go out the door, I changed my mind and grabbed the letter. If I was showing up at some mystery person’s house, then I wanted proof of why I had come looking.
Maybe we should just forget it.
I stepped outside, not even bothering to lock the door. No one would come there anyway to steal anything. We owned so little.
“No,” I replied.
It’s just a letter…
“It’s her wish.”
Where exactly did it say it was? Amaya challenged.
“Let’s just get it over with,” I said.
Why?
It was unbelievable how chatty she had decided to become today, but we had just buried the woman who had given birth to us.
“Because… it’s right,” I replied.
Right? She almost laughed, and I stopped, growling a little.
“She is dead. It is right,” I hissed.
She is dead… What does it matter?
“She is our mother,” I reminded her.
Correction… she was, Amaya shot back.
“You’re unbelievable.”
Maybe I am just done.
“Too bad you’re stuck with me, then.”
No one wants us.
“I am not going to see this person, so they will take us in. I am just doing this to make our mother… to fulfill her wish,” I informed her.
She hopes the person will take us in.
“But they won’t.”
Exactly! Why bother?
“Can we just stop arguing and get it over with?” I asked.
Fine…
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