Chapter 2 - The Sister at the Door
I didn't wear the prom dress at our wedding, in the end. I just hung it where I could see it from across the room.
That night, after our guests had all gone home, Robert sat beside me on the couch, and I watched something shift behind his eyes.
"There's something I should have told you before we married," he said.
My stomach tightened into a fist.
"The war wasn't the only reason I stayed away."
Then he told me the truth, piece by piece, like he'd been carrying it so long he'd forgotten how to say it fast.
He'd come back decades earlier. Long before tonight. And he had looked for me.
When he finally made his way to my parents' old house, someone had answered the door.
Diane. My own sister.
Robert said she told him I'd married another man, started a family of my own, and wanted absolutely nothing to do with him.
"That's impossible," I whispered, my voice barely holding together. "I never married anyone. You know that."
"I know that now," he said. "But I believed her then. I had no reason not to."
Even after that, he told me, he hadn't given up easily. He'd gone back to that house again and again over the years, asking Diane for my address, my phone number, anything at all. She'd given him nothing every single time, repeating the same lie like it cost her nothing to say it.
"How did you finally find me, then?" I asked.
"A neighbor. Mrs. Halloran."
She'd lived beside my parents' house for years and had apparently overheard Robert pleading with Diane more than once. Eventually she'd followed him out to his car and quietly handed him my address without my sister ever knowing.
"The truth belonged to both of you," she'd told him. "Not just to her."
I covered my face with both hands. Diane had spent decades telling me nobody had ever come looking for me. She had watched me climb those attic stairs every single spring, watched me grow old holding onto a promise, all while knowing exactly where Robert had been standing.
I barely slept that night. By morning, I knew exactly what I needed.
"I want to hear her say it to my face," I told Robert.
That afternoon, we drove out to my childhood home together. I brought the ivory dress along and laid it across the back seat like a witness that had waited just as long as I had. When we arrived, I stayed back out of sight while Robert knocked on the door.
Diane opened it. The second she saw him standing there, her face drained of color.
"I told you before," she said, her voice too fast, too rehearsed. "My sister married. She moved on with her life."
Robert stayed calm, his voice level. "She wouldn't want to see me? Not even for a minute?"
"No. You need to let her go, Robert. It's been too long."
That was enough. I stepped out from where I'd been standing.
"Then ask me yourself, Diane."
She froze completely, like her whole body had locked in place.
"Ellen..."
"You told him I was married. You turned him away for years, more times than I can even count. Why would you do that to me?"
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For the first time in my entire life, my sister had no answer sitting ready on her tongue.
But I was going to get one out of her anyway.
