allows it. If Ray hurt you, if heâs done something wrong, then I will have to tell Victor. Victor will have to tell Silas. Silas will have to respond, and I think you know Ray wonât be the one heâll punish. We will all suffer instead. Our family. Is that what you want? You want us out on the street with nowhere to go?â
âOf course not,â I said in a whisper, feeling the hot sting of tears under my lashes.
âSo you were mistaken. Werenât you?â
âYes, maâam.â
She said, âIâm so sorry, Ada. Once upon a time, I was stronger than this.â
I was afraid to breathe, let alone to speak, so I simply continued to cry, clutching the dish in my hand as if it could give me some kind of solace. Her eyes were dry, but I could see her knuckles turn white as she clutched her own dish, her head bent and staring down into the sink in front of us.
âYouâre old enough to hear it. I was ready to lose my whole world for your father,â she said quietly. âHe wasnât ready to lose his for me. He didnât love his wife. Everyone knew that. Her parents offered him so much money to stay that he couldnât refuse. He didnât refuse. He didnât love me enough. I worshipped him, but in the end, he was weak. And it didnât matter how strong I was, if he wasnât.â
âVictor was strong enough. He loved you enough. He was strong enough to run away with you.â
Grimly, she said, âBy then, neither of us had all that much to lose.â
I watched her wipe away a tear, and I realized I would never see her quite the same way again.
âNow we have even less,â she said. âAnd I canât lose what little we do have. I canât.â
My powerful, beautiful mother, my songbird, my cello. She was only an ordinary woman, and one who felt herself at the mercy of the world. She was right. She wasnât strong enough.
âNo more of this,â she said, dunking the dish in her hand under the surface of the water. She swished it from side to side and scrubbed at it even though it was already clean, then handed it to me to dry and return to the cabinet.
And that was all.
***
That night, I lay awake, castigating myself for my error, over and over. Maybe if Iâd gone about it differently. Maybe if Iâd come right out and said it, told her about what heâd done to me in the barn months before and what heâd done to the horse and himself that day, maybe then she would have to take my side. If Iâd done it right, maybe I could have made it all come out differently. Come out better.
But I knew that she was right. Ray was his fatherâs pride and his motherâs pet. There was no chance they would take a word against him seriously. I was the troublemaker, the upstart, the bastard girl. Iâd botched the confession to my mother, and if I tried to bring it up again, I knew she wouldnât listen. Now I was the girl who cried wolf, even though there really was a wolf, and I had every reason to think the wolf wasnât yet done with me.
Those poor dogs. That poor horse. That horrid, whispering voice when heâd said I hope you know Iâll never let you leave , and later, If you tell them, Iâll kill you . I realized then how foolish Iâd been to stay this long. It could be fatal to stay longer.
My mother had told me she couldnât save me. If I wanted to escapeâto liveâI would have to save myself.
Rising silently, moving through the dark on practiced, careful feet, I fetched the valise my mother had bought me for ballet school. From my bureau, I took two plain dresses; from the kitchen, a half loaf of bread. I paused before I left, thinking of writing a note for her, telling her not to worry about me and that Iâd left by choice, but I was too afraid. It would take time, and even if I left a note, there was no guarantee sheâd see it. I heard creaks and snaps
Rebecca Hamilton, Conner Kressley