She needs to have the memories of her father. But she resents me. I see it in her eyes.
She believes that I stole her future, when I used the money.
I guess I did. A sob broke through my defenses. My mother hadn’t taken my money out of greed — she did it to protect us from an even worse fate.
Dear Diary, I see the hatred in Cara’s eyes.
She doesn’t understand, and I can’t blame her. She adores Henry, and she idolizes his memory. I couldn’t tell her the truth.
I couldn’t tarnish that image. There’s only silence between us.
Guilt washed over me like a tidal wave. All these years, I had blamed my mother, I had despised her, while she carried this immense burden for my sake.
The final entry broke me.
Dear Diary, Today, the debt was finally cleared. Cara is free from this curse. She can live her life without this dark cloud looming over her.
My only hope is that one day she’ll understand that every sacrifice I made was out of love.
Despite everything, I love that girl more than life itself. Closing diary, I was overwhelmed by a profound sense of remorse and understanding.
Mom did it all for me. Months have passed, and Mom’s diary sits on my bookshelf.
But even though I understand everything now — I am ashamed of myself.
I didn’t stop to ask her more. I just thought that she was greedy.
