Chapter 3 - Uncovering the Past
Later that evening, after the kids were finally tucked into bed, I went up to the attic.
The house was quiet, save for the hum of the heater. I clicked on the overhead bulb, illuminating rows of cardboard storage boxes, old holiday decorations, and plastic bins filled with baby clothes. It was time to do some digging.
For the past five years, Patricia had been in charge of buying the children’s birthday and Christmas gifts whenever we visited her out of state or when she shipped boxes ahead of time. Because we lived three states away, Daniel usually handled coordinating the gift deliveries, telling me that Mom preferred picking things out herself.
I started pulling down old memory boxes—plastic tubs labeled with years: 2024, 2023, 2022, 2021.
My hands trembled as I opened the bin marked 2024 (Lily’s 8th Birthday).
Inside was a pink sweater, a doll, and a board game. I picked up the doll first. It was a brand-name collector’s doll. At the time, I thought Patricia had splurged. But looking at it now with fresh eyes, I noticed something odd. On the back of the doll's packaging, tucked underneath a price tag sticker, was another barcode label. I peeled back the sticker.
Target Gift Registry - Madison Lewis.
My breath caught in my throat. I opened the 2023 Christmas box.
A winter jacket. I checked the inside label. Written in permanent marker on the dry-cleaning tag was M. Lewis.
I sat back on the dusty attic floor, tears finally spilling over my cheeks. It wasn't just this Christmas. It had been happening for years. Every single holiday, every birthday, Patricia had systematically raided Madison’s old closet, boxed up her discarded toys, clothes, and books, and shipped them to us as brand-new gifts for Lily.
Meanwhile, Noah always received pristine, newly purchased items straight from the store. Why? Because Noah was the golden grandchild. But Lily? Lily was the girl, the afterthought, the receptacle for charity.
And Daniel knew. He had known all along.
The sound of footsteps on the stairs made me jump. Daniel poked his head up into the attic, looking uneasy.
"Claire? What are you doing up here in the dark?"
I didn't look up. I held up the winter jacket with Madison's name written inside the collar.
"How long, Daniel?" My voice was barely a whisper, but it cut through the cold attic air like a knife.
Daniel sighed, walking over and shoving his hands into his pockets. "Claire, come on. Stop torturing yourself."
"How long has your mother been doing this?" I demanded, finally looking up at him, my eyes burning with fury. "Did she do it last year? The year before that? Since Lily was born?"
Daniel looked away, staring at a stack of old cardboard boxes. "Ever since Madison got older and started outgrowing her toys. Mom figured it was smart recycling. Why buy new plastic junk when there's a whole room of perfectly good stuff sitting unused?"
"Because it’s lying, Daniel! Because it teaches our daughter that she isn't worth a trip to the store, while her brother gets treated like a king!" I stood up, towering over him despite the height difference. "And you covered for her. You let your mother degrade our daughter year after year."
"She didn't degrade anyone!" Daniel raised his voice, losing his patience. "Lily didn't even know until you made a federal case out of a piece of paper! You're the one making her feel like a victim!"
"She is a victim of your mother's blatant favoritism and your cowardice!" I screamed. "Do you have any idea what this means? It means your family views Lily as garbage! And you're complicit!"
Daniel’s face flushed red. "You know what? I'm done with this conversation. You're blowing this completely out of proportion, like you always do. I'm going to bed."
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He turned on his heel and walked out of the attic, leaving me alone among the dust and the boxes of secondhand lies.
As I sat back down on the floor, I made a silent vow. I wasn't going to let this go. Tomorrow morning, I was going to call the one person who could give me the unfiltered truth about what was really going on in that family: Madison’s mother, my sister-in-law Karen.
