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Jenna looked at him and smiled–cold.
“You always say Mom played favorites? How exactly did she favor me?”
“She paid to send you to middle school in the next county. You refused. She begged, cried, yelled–you still wouldn’t go.”
“Then you said you wanted to ‘make it big.‘ She sold half our livestock to give you startup money. You lost it all and racked up debt. She paid it off.”
“When she divorced Dad, you stood there and watched him beat her bloody. Diane had to pay your wedding fund just to get them to leave her alone.”
“Later, you showed up in the city asking for more money. She gave it to you.”
“You think she played favorites? What would’ve been fair–bleeding her dry until there was nothing left?!”
She tossed a bank card at his face. He scrambled to pick it up, greedy and shameless.
“Don’t show your face around us again. Or I’ll make sure you regret it.”
I blinked back tears. She shouldn’t have given him that money.
Jenna worked hard for every dollar. Long nights, brutal cases, no shortcuts.
She said she didn’t care about the money. She just wanted me to have peace.
She said she was grown now. It was her turn to protect me.
I could feel myself slipping. Awake less and less. Weaker every day.
Jenna felt it too. She didn’t say anything. Just stayed close.
Sometimes, for a moment, I felt young again.
Full of energy. Limitless.
I grabbed my granddaughter’s little hand. “Let’s go riding.”
The wind rushed past my ears. Sounded like my mother’s voice, humming softly.
“When you’ve made it out… will you remember me?”
When I got off the horse, I fell hard. Didn’t feel it.
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Chapter 9
I saw Jenna running toward me, panicked..
I leaned into her and told her stories about when I was little.
About my mother teaching me to ride. About her insisting I stay in school. About her dying under a horse’s hooves. About how I prayed she’d be reborn into a better family next time.
I wasn’t a good mother. I didn’t know how to do it right. I made her suffer.
“Mom, sometimes I really hated you. Hated that you never told me anything. Hated that you carried everything alone. Hated that even now, you won’t ask what I want.”
“But being your daughter… I’m grateful.”
“Mom, next time, let me be your mother. Okay?”
I saw her.
My mother. Young again. Smiling like nothing in the world could break her.
I felt like a kid again. Ran into her arms.
“Mom, my daughter–your granddaughter–she went to college! A good one!”
“She’s a lawyer. Been on TV and everything.”
“And I did okay too. I learned to read. Went to school for a while. Even got praised for it.”
“I just… I missed you.”
She took my hand. Her eyes were warm, proud.
She kept saying girls need school more than anyone. That I shouldn’t have ended up like her–stuck here, tending animals, never leaving.
I nodded, dancing in circles around her.
And we walked together toward something farther. Something better
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
