Chapter 3 - The Windowsill
On the drive home, Chloe balanced the candle carefully on her knees the whole way, like it was something breakable.
"Want me to throw that thing away?" I asked gently.
"No."
"Okay."
She ran one finger along the smooth wax. "It belongs to me."
Somehow that made more sense to me than almost anything any adult had said all day.
The second we walked through the front door, her siblings swarmed her.
"Was the cake huge?"
"Did Dad cry?"
"Was Aunt Sasha wearing a crown or something?"
For the first time all day, Chloe actually laughed. "No, dummy. She wasn't wearing a crown."
Within ten minutes she was back in her pajamas at the kitchen table, stealing fries off her little brother's plate while he loudly complained that she had her own.
The candle sat untouched on the table between them.
"Where do you want this?" I asked her.
She thought for a second, then pointed toward the kitchen window. "There."
I set it on the sill. Not lit. Not hidden away in a drawer somewhere. Not thrown in the trash. Just sitting exactly where she'd decided it belonged.
My phone buzzed. Derek.
I braced myself for something angry, something defensive. Instead:
*Tell Chloe I'm sorry I made her feel like she had to pretend everything was fine.*
A second text followed a minute later.
*And Claire — I think I've spent a long time expecting everyone to just accept the decisions I made without asking what it cost them.*
I read both messages twice, then locked my phone and set it face-down on the counter. I didn't owe him a response. Not that night, and maybe not ever.
Across the kitchen, Chloe reached over and stole another fry.
"CHLOE!" her brother shrieked.
"They were basically already mine!"
I laughed before I could stop myself — a real, honest laugh, the first one in longer than I wanted to admit.
My four kids argued over French fries at the kitchen table while a small white wedding candle sat quietly on the windowsill behind them, unlit, exactly where it was supposed to be.
Derek had changed the shape of our family the day he chose my sister over me. But he never got to decide whether that family still existed.
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Chloe had already made that call for all of us.
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