Chapter 7 - Victoria Believed She Had Protected Grace’s Daughter
Victoria agreed to a mediated conversation only after Nathan threatened to cut contact entirely.
That was not the healthiest foundation.
Still, the conversation happened.
She arrived with counsel because Sophie had slapped:
her.
Fair.
Sophie apologized first.
“I should not have hit you.”
Victoria looked surprised.
“You threw water on my sister and called her nothing.”
“Yes.”
“That did not make my slap necessary.”
Victoria accepted the apology silently.
Then Sophie said:
“Now explain the letters.”
Victoria’s face hardened.
“The first came while Grace was dying.”
“I know.”
“Your mother—your adoptive mother—had lost almost twenty pounds. Michael was barely functioning. You were eleven and waking up every night because you thought she would die before morning.”
Sophie remembered.
Painfully.
Victoria continued.
“Rebecca wanted to bring Elena into the situation immediately. I thought it was cruel timing.”
“So you decided.”
“Yes.”
One word.
Then:
“What about the next letter?”
Victoria hesitated.
“There was no excuse as clean.”
There.
She had already crossed the line once.
The second time became easier.
Sophie asked:
“Why?”
Victoria looked at Nathan.
Then away.
“Because Grace had made me promise something.”
Sophie’s expression changed.
“What?”
“To make sure you never felt less hers because you were adopted.”
That sounded loving.
Then became dangerous.
Victoria interpreted:
protect Sophie’s place in the Bennett family.
Rebecca and Elena represented another family narrative.
After Grace died, Victoria feared contact would destabilize Sophie’s identity.
No child psychologist told her that.
No adoption specialist.
Her own belief.
Then Michael remarried.
Sophie adjusted.
Victoria decided:
not now.
Then Sophie became an adult.
Why still silence?
Victoria’s eyes filled.
“Because by then telling you meant admitting what I had done.”
There.
No protection anymore.
Self-protection.
Then Sophie met Nathan.
Victoria recognized her.
Panic.
If Sophie learned Victoria had hidden Rebecca’s letters, Nathan might learn too.
Her son might see his mother differently.
So she said:
nothing.
Then Elena arrived at the wedding.
The secret became immediate.
Victoria tried to remove:
her.
Sophie asked:
“Did you hate Rebecca?”
“No.”
“Did you hate Elena?”
“No.”
“Then why call her a servant?”
Victoria looked ashamed.
“Because I knew class would hurt her.”
Specific.
Ugly.
She chose the weapon most available in the room.
Then:
“I wanted her to leave before you saw her.”
That was the truth.
No grand financial motive.
No inheritance plot.
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A twenty-four-year-old mistake Victoria protected until protecting the mistake required cruelty.
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