Lucy had never been close with her mother, and the strained silence between them had only deepened over the years. So when her father asked her to help pack up her estranged mother\u2019s things, she felt a mix of resentment and obligation.<\/p>\n
The car ride to her parents\u2019 house was thick with tension, the rhythmic hum of tires on asphalt doing little to ease the frustration between them.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy do I have to do this on my day off?\u201d Lucy snapped, arms crossed and eyes fixed out the window.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause your mother needs help, Lucy,\u201d her dad\u2019s voice came out sharp. \u201cCan\u2019t you just do this for her?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lucy\u2019s voice wavered with resentment. \u201cYou know the history. Why should I go out of my way for someone who has nothing to do with me anymore?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her father shot her a look. \u201cYou\u2019re just as stubborn as she is,\u201d he said, clearly trying to keep his temper in check.<\/p>\n
Lucy\u2019s eyes flared. \u201cStubborn? Dad, she ruined my life. You don\u2019t get it. All I ever wanted was for her to be proud of me, but it was never enough!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe did what she did because she loves you, Lucy.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lucy snorted, turning her gaze away from him. \u201cFunny how things got better the moment I stopped talking to her.\u201d<\/p>\n
They arrived at the house. Lucy\u2019s heart was a storm of emotions, but she pushed it all down as she stepped into the old, familiar house. It smelled like dust, like memories. As she started packing, her hands moving mechanically from item to item, she felt her anger melt into frustration. The list her dad had given her seemed simple enough: a lamp, some dishes, photo albums, valuables from the safe.<\/p>\n
But at the bottom of the list, in tiny handwriting, one sentence stopped her cold: Do not show Lucy.<\/em><\/p>\n Curiosity sparked. Her heart raced as she scanned the list again. What could her parents be hiding from her? Her mind raced as she found the safe, her fingers trembling as she punched in the code. The heavy click echoed in the room. There, nestled in the back of the safe among some jewelry, was something wrapped in old paper\u2014a videotape.<\/p>\n Her curiosity got the better of her. She slipped it into her coat pocket and continued packing, determined to know what was on it.<\/p>\n Later that night, after they had finished at the house and her father had gone to visit her mother at the nursing home, Lucy sat down in front of the ancient VCR, the tape heavy in her hands. The grainy footage flickered to life on the screen.<\/p>\n It was her parents, younger, smiling, laughing together. Her mother held the camera, and her dad played with a little girl who looked so much like Lucy\u2014same hair, same smile. But then Lucy froze. Her mother\u2019s voice called out, \u201cChloe, come here, Chloe, you\u2019re so clever!\u201d<\/p>\n Chloe?<\/p>\n Lucy\u2019s pulse spiked. She\u2019d never heard her parents mention a Chloe. Her name was Lucy. Who was this girl?<\/p>\n The video ended, but Lucy could barely process what she had seen. She needed answers, and there was only one place to get them.<\/p>\n She found herself driving back to the nursing home, the weight of the tape pressing in her pocket. The receptionist greeted her with a warm smile, but when she heard Lucy\u2019s name, her face lit up with surprise. \u201cOh, your mom talks about you all the time. She\u2019s been asking for you.\u201d<\/p>\n Lucy\u2019s heart clenched, but she kept her distance. When she entered her mother\u2019s room, she found Todd sitting by the window. The shock on both of their faces was palpable.<\/p>\n \u201cHi, Mom,\u201d Lucy said, forcing herself to sound calm. \u201cWe need to talk.\u201d<\/p>\n She pulled the tape from her bag, holding it up. \u201cI found this in the safe. Why does it say \u2018Do not show Lucy\u2019?\u201d<\/p>\n Her mother\u2019s face drained of color, and she started to tremble. \u201cLucy… I\u2019m so sorry. I never wanted you to find out like this.\u201d<\/p>\n Lucy\u2019s mind raced, her heart hammering in her chest. \u201cWhat is this about?\u201d<\/p>\n Her mother wiped away a tear. \u201cChloe was our first daughter. She died in a car accident when she was just a little girl. You were adopted, Lucy. We brought you home when you were a baby. We loved you so much, and we promised ourselves we would never tell you. To us, you\u2019ve always been our daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n The words hit Lucy like a tidal wave. She sat back, feeling disoriented, and tried to make sense of everything. 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