In a tragic twist of fate, Amanda herself was pregnant at the time. From then on, he seemed to settle down, but the damage was already done.
What they didn’t know was that when she gave birth, the very same mistress was there, filled with resentment. The mistress secretly swapped the babies, replacing the Gregory family’s only daughter with the maid’s child, born on the same day.
Margarette had discovered the truth but chose not to reveal it. She knew that being the Gregory family’s daughter carried power and privilege, something she wanted for her real daughter. But she couldn’t completely abandon me either. So, she worked several jobs to ensure that both Holley and I received the same education.
Gregory parents were rarely home, too busy to notice much. I remember seeing Margarette stay up late, caring for the sickly Holley more than once.
As a child, I never understood why I, her real daughter, was treated so harshly, while she smiled warmly at Holley. I resented her strictness, but now, I understood.
Running my fingers over her writing, I realized that while I had longed for a mother’s love, Margarette had always been there, watching me from a distance, documenting my every step.