“Yeah. Is that..?”
“It’s Delaney’s house. Mason was smoking in bed, apparently. The whole place went up.”
“Is she okay?”
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“Yeah. She and the baby are fine. But Oakley…” Rachel’s voice dropped. “She lost her house… and all her savings.”
I should’ve felt something. Grief, sympathy, horror. But I felt nothing. Just a strange, numb sense of justice.
“Are you still there?” Rachel asked.
“Yeah. I’m here.”
“I know this is awful to say, but… maybe this is karma.”
Maybe it was.
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My parents called an hour later. They wanted to come over to make sure I was okay and to talk about everything that happened.
“We didn’t know, sweetheart,” my mother kept saying. “Delaney told us the father was some guy from work. We never would’ve supported this if we’d known.”
“It’s fine, Mom.”
“It’s not fine. What she did to you, what they both did… it’s unforgivable.”
I thought she might be right about that.
***
Over the next few weeks, I heard bits and pieces about Mason and Delaney through the family grapevine. They were staying at a motel. Mason’s credit cards were maxed out from trying to replace everything they’d lost. Delaney was devastated about everything and wouldn’t leave the motel room.
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I signed the divorce papers and mailed them back. I wanted it over. I wanted them out of my life completely.
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Then, six weeks after the fire, they showed up at my apartment, asking for help.
I’d moved out of the house. Couldn’t stand being there anymore, surrounded by ghosts of the life I’d thought we’d have. I’d found a small one-bedroom place across town and was slowly starting to rebuild.
When I opened the door and saw them standing there, I almost closed it in their faces.
Delaney looked terrible. Her hair was unwashed and tangled. Her clothes were wrinkled. She looked exhausted, her face gaunt and hollow.
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Mason looked worse. He’d aged 10 years in six weeks. His eyes were bloodshot, his hands shaking.
“Oakley,” Delaney said. Her voice was small and broken. “Can we talk?”
“Why?”
“We want to apologize. Really apologize. We know we hurt you.”
“You think?” I crossed my arms. “What do you want, Delaney? Forgiveness? Absolution? What?”
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“I just…” She started crying. “I just want you to know I’m sorry. What we did was wrong. The fire, losing my house, losing everything… maybe it’s what we deserved.”
“It was,” I said flatly.
Mason flinched. “Oakley, please. We messed up. We know that. But we’re family. We’re still…”
“We’re NOT anything,” I cut him off. “You made your choices. You both did. And karma has already punished you harder than I ever could.”
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“So that’s it?” Delaney’s tears were coming faster now. “You’re just going to turn your back on us? On your pregnant sister?”
“The way you turned your back on me? Yeah. That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
“Oakley…” Mason reached for me.
“Don’t touch me.” I stepped back. “You don’t get to ask me for forgiveness. You don’t get to make me the bad guy because I won’t absolve you of your guilt. You did this. Both of you. And now you get to live with it.”
I closed the door in their faces.
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Through the wall, I heard Delaney sobbing. Heard Mason trying to comfort her. Heard them walk away.
I didn’t feel bad or guilty. I just felt… free.
I heard later that Mason started drinking. He pushed everyone away until even Delaney couldn’t stand to be around him anymore. They eventually split up. She moved back in with our parents, bitter and broken. Mason disappeared somewhere out west.
I ran into Delaney once, about a few weeks after everything went down. She was coming out of the grocery store with baby supplies as I was going in. We made eye contact. She opened her mouth as if she might say something.
