We were in the backyard. Me, my sister Clare, and my niece, Sophie.

Clare had just shown up that morning out of nowhere. No warning. No suitcase. Just Sophie in her arms and a smile like she hadn’t disappeared for three months.

We didn’t talk about it. She said she’d been “figuring things out,” and I didn’t push. Sophie was happy. That was enough—for the moment.

So there we were, lying on the blanket, reading an old book from our childhood. Clare kept whispering the lines instead of reading them aloud. Sophie giggled like she didn’t notice. But I noticed.

She was reading the words wrong. Whole sentences missing. Page numbers out of order.

Then Sophie looked up at me and asked, “Uncle Alex, when is Mommy coming back from the hotel?”

Clare didn’t even flinch.

Just kept turning the pages of the book—almost too casually. Like she hadn’t heard it. Like Sophie hadn’t just asked a question that seemed to tear at the fabric of everything I knew about her. I glanced at Sophie, confusion clouding her small face, but she wasn’t looking at me anymore. She was staring at Clare, waiting.

Clare sighed quietly, a sound I could feel deep in my chest. Her eyes flicked to mine briefly, but only for a moment. “She’s been at the hotel for a while, sweetie,” she said, her voice gentle. Almost rehearsed.

But Sophie’s face dropped, her eyes widening. “But she said she’d be back for my birthday.”

I swallowed. The whole thing felt wrong. My sister Clare had been gone for so long, and now here she was with Sophie in tow, claiming nothing had changed. But something had. It wasn’t just the missing months—it was something more in her eyes. Something I couldn’t quite place.

Clare kept stroking Sophie’s hair absentmindedly. “We’ll talk more about it later,” she whispered.

But that was the problem, wasn’t it? We never talked about things. Not since… since everything fell apart.

Clare’s smile didn’t reach her eyes as she sat up slowly. The book—our old childhood favorite, The Adventures of Tom and Jerry—slipped from her lap and fluttered to the grass. She didn’t seem to notice. Her fingers brushed the grass as she tried to gather herself.

“Do you want to go play, Sophie?” I asked, my voice strained.

Sophie looked between me and Clare. Then, hesitantly, she nodded, standing up and shuffling away. She went to play with a few toys she’d left out the day before, leaving Clare and me alone on the blanket.

I turned to Clare, finally letting my thoughts spill out. “What’s going on, Clare? Why didn’t you tell me you were coming back?”

She exhaled sharply, brushing her hair behind her ear. Her face looked tired, almost drained. “It’s… complicated,” she said, looking anywhere but at me. “I needed time, Alex. Time to figure things out.”

“Figure things out?” I repeated, my tone growing sharp. “What about Sophie? She’s asking about her mom like you’ve been gone for years.”

Clare didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she leaned back and stared up at the sky, like she could find an answer in the clouds. “I didn’t think it would affect her this much,” she muttered. “I thought if I just disappeared for a while, she wouldn’t remember as much. She’d forget.”

“Forget?” I shook my head, not believing what I was hearing. “Clare, she’s five. She doesn’t forget things like that.”

Clare let out a long breath, clearly fighting back emotions. “I’m not perfect, Alex,” she said quietly. “I know that. But I needed space. And when I left… I didn’t realize how much I was hurting her.”

“Hurting her? Clare, you abandoned her! You left without saying anything, and now you expect her to just… adjust?”

Her face hardened. “I didn’t abandon her. I just… I didn’t know what else to do. After everything, I just needed a break.”

The words hung in the air between us, cold and suffocating. I felt a pang in my chest. I had no idea what my sister had been through, but I knew it couldn’t be an excuse for what had happened. Not for the way Sophie was looking at us now, with a confused and longing expression.

I didn’t have an answer for her. No comforting words, no solutions. Just a knot in my stomach that wouldn’t loosen. I had never seen Clare like this before—so distant, so broken.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I didn’t know how to come back. I didn’t know how to face Sophie after everything.”

I didn’t know what to say. There was too much hurt, too many questions, too much time wasted. But before I could speak, Sophie’s voice called out from the corner of the yard.

“Uncle Alex! I made a house for the dolls!”

Sophie’s excitement pulled me away from the tension that had built up between Clare and me. I got up quickly and went over to Sophie, crouching beside her and inspecting her little dollhouse made of sticks and rocks. She smiled up at me, her eyes shining with pride.

“That’s great, Soph,” I said, ruffling her hair.

But the moment felt wrong. Sophie’s smile wasn’t as innocent as it seemed. I could tell something was weighing on her, something I hadn’t seen before. The way she was trying to act normal, like everything was okay, was… unsettling.

I glanced back at Clare, who was standing near the blanket, looking at us from a distance. She was lost in her thoughts again, her arms crossed tightly in front of her chest. There was so much she wasn’t saying, so much she wasn’t sharing. I wondered if she’d even told Sophie the truth about where she’d been.

“You know, I think your mom’s going to be really happy when she sees this,” I said, trying to lighten the mood.

Sophie looked up at me, a strange sadness in her eyes. “Do you think she’ll come back soon?”

The question hit me like a punch to the gut. My throat tightened, and I almost choked on my words. “I don’t know, Sophie,” I whispered, my voice soft.

Just then, Clare walked over to us, her face unreadable. She knelt down beside Sophie, her hand resting lightly on her shoulder. “Hey, Soph,” she said gently. “I know you’ve been waiting a long time for me to come home. But things are a little complicated right now. I’m here. I’m trying.”

Sophie didn’t respond immediately. She just stared at her mother with wide eyes, searching her face for some kind of reassurance. I could see the confusion in her gaze. She wanted to believe that everything was okay, but deep down, she knew it wasn’t.

“You’re not going anywhere again, right, Mommy?” Sophie asked, her voice small.

Clare’s face softened, and for the first time since she’d arrived, I saw a flicker of the sister I used to know—the one who cared, who was strong. She pulled Sophie into her arms and held her tightly.

“I’m not going anywhere, Soph. I’m right here.”

For a moment, everything felt still. Like the world had stopped turning and time had slowed down. Sophie buried her face in Clare’s shoulder, and Clare closed her eyes, holding onto her as if her life depended on it.

It was the first real moment I’d seen between them in months.

But even as I watched them, I couldn’t help but feel a heavy weight in my chest. A sense of doubt that I couldn’t shake. I didn’t know what had happened during those three months that Clare had been gone, but I knew it had changed her. Maybe it had changed all of us.

I didn’t want to lose her. Not completely. But I also didn’t want Sophie to grow up thinking it was normal for people to disappear and then just show up like nothing had happened.

Clare looked up at me, her eyes filled with an apology that didn’t quite reach her lips. “I’m sorry, Alex. I really am. I don’t know what else to say. I’ve been struggling, but I want to be here for Sophie. I just need time to… figure it out.”

I nodded, though I wasn’t sure I understood. There was so much left unsaid between us. But maybe, just maybe, we could start again. Slowly. For Sophie’s sake.

And as I watched Clare hold Sophie close, I realized something. No one was perfect. Life wasn’t neat and tidy. People made mistakes. But in the end, it was how we tried to make things right that mattered. Clare might not have been the mother Sophie deserved, but she was trying.

And maybe that was enough.

I turned away from them, taking a deep breath. There was still a long road ahead, but at least we were walking it together.

It wasn’t perfect. But it was something.

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