Every time, she repeated the same lie.
“How did you finally find me?”
“A neighbor.”
Mrs. Halloran, who had lived beside my parents’ house, had overheard Daniel pleading with Margaret through the years.
Eventually, she followed him to his car and secretly gave him my address.
“The truth belonged to both of you,” she told him.
I covered my face.
Margaret had spent decades telling me no one had ever asked about me.
She had watched me grow old waiting for Daniel while knowing he had been standing on her porch searching for me.
I barely slept.
By morning, I knew what I needed.
“I want to hear her admit it.”
That afternoon, Daniel and I drove to our childhood home.
I brought the ivory dress and laid it across the back seat like a witness.
When we arrived, I stayed out of sight while Daniel knocked.
Margaret opened the door.
The moment she saw him, her face went pale.
“I told you before,” she said. “My sister married. She moved on.”
Daniel remained calm.
“She wouldn’t want to see me?”
“No. You need to let her go.”
That was enough.
I stepped forward.
“Then ask me yourself, Margaret.”
She froze.
“Ellen…”
“You told him I was married. You turned him away for years. Why?”
For the first time, my sister had no answer ready.
But I was going to get one.
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