Chapter 6: The Sister Who Stayed Silent
Naomi Walker lived twenty minutes away in a quiet neighborhood filled with tall trees and older homes.
Ethan had driven there angry.
By the time he reached her driveway, he was exhausted.
Anger was easy.
Disappointment was harder.
Because Diana was someone he chose.
Naomi was family.
She opened the door before he knocked.
As if she knew he was coming.
“Ethan.””
He looked at her.
“You knew.””
Her face changed.
Not confusion.
Not surprise.
Guilt.
That was all he needed to see.
“Come inside.””
“No.””
He stayed on the porch.
“I don’t want coffee. I don’t want excuses.””
Naomi looked down.
“I was hoping you wouldn’t find out this way.””
“This way?””
His voice cracked.
“You knew Diana had Emma’s things.””
Naomi closed her eyes.
“Some of them.””
“How long?””
“Ethan—”
“How long?””
She swallowed.
“Almost two years.””
The answer hurt more than he expected.
Two years.
The same amount of time his son wore half a heart around his neck.
The same amount of time everyone acted like nothing was wrong.
“Why?””
Naomi looked away.
“Because I thought I was helping.””
Ethan laughed softly.
“Everybody keeps saying that.””
“She was struggling.””
“So was Oliver.””
“I know.””
“No, you don’t.””
His voice became stronger.
“You don’t know what it’s like watching your child ask if his mother forgot him.””
Naomi’s eyes filled.
“I never wanted to hurt him.””
“But you did.””
She nodded.
“I know.””
That admission stopped him.
Because Naomi wasn’t defending herself anymore.
She was accepting it.
“Tell me everything.””
She invited him inside.
The house was quiet.
Too quiet.
Naomi walked to a cabinet and pulled out a box.
Ethan recognized it immediately.
Emma’s handwriting was on the side.
His hands shook.
“Where did you get this?””
Naomi sat down.
“Diana gave it to me.””
“When?””
“After the funeral.””
Ethan looked at her.
“She gave it to you then?””
Naomi nodded.
“She said she found it while helping organize things.””
“Why didn’t you tell me?””
Naomi looked ashamed.
“Because she told me something.””
“What?””
“She said you were drowning.””
Ethan frowned.
“She said you couldn’t handle more pain.””
He stared at the box.
“And you believed her?””
Naomi wiped her eyes.
“I thought I was protecting you.””
He looked at her.
“You protected me from my own wife’s betrayal?””
Naomi had no answer.
Ethan opened the box.
Inside were letters.
Several envelopes.
Each one had a date.
Each one had Oliver’s name.
His breath caught.
“She wrote one every birthday,” Naomi whispered.
Ethan touched the first envelope.
“She wanted him to have them when he was older.””
“Why didn’t you give them to me?””
Naomi’s voice broke.
“Because Diana kept saying you were moving on.””
Ethan looked up.
“And you listened.””
“Yes.””
The honesty hurt.
But it mattered.
Because for the first time, someone wasn’t trying to explain away what happened.
They were admitting it.
Ethan picked up the letters.
“How many people knew?””
Naomi shook her head.
“I don’t know.””
He looked at her.
“Who else?””
Naomi hesitated.
“Diana had someone helping her.””
“Who?””
“I don’t know.””
“Naomi.””
“I swear.””
She stood.
“But there is something else.””
Ethan waited.
“Before the engagement party, Diana asked me for Emma’s wedding ring.””
Ethan froze.
“Emma’s wedding ring?””
“She said she wanted to compare the stones because she was having her ring redesigned.””
A cold feeling moved through him.
“Did you give it to her?””
“No.””
Naomi shook her head quickly.
“I told her no.””
Ethan looked at the box of letters.
The necklace.
The missing belongings.
The questions.
This was bigger than jealousy.
This was obsession.
Diana hadn’t just wanted Ethan.
She wanted the life Emma left behind.
She wanted to remove every reminder that another woman had existed before her.
Ethan carried the letters against his chest.
Then he looked at Naomi.
“I need you to answer one more question.””
“What?””
“Why didn’t Emma’s mother know?””
Naomi’s face changed.
And Ethan immediately knew.
There was something she still wasn’t saying.
“Naomi.””
She whispered:
“Because Diana told everyone Lorraine already knew.””
Ethan stepped back.
“That’s impossible.””
“I know.””
“Mom would never allow this.””
Naomi nodded.
“That’s why Diana kept her away.””
The room became silent.
Ethan finally understood.
Diana didn’t just hide memories.
She separated the people who protected them.
And now Ethan had one more question.
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What else had Diana been hiding?
And who else had helped her?
