Apologies for this chapter taking so long. Hopefully the next chapter will be finished within a week!

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"So," my father's voice pierced through the silence. "What's going on here?" Luckily for me, my father seemed to have awaited my mother's return to the living room before he had begun. This meant that I would hear everything they said. No answer came, and I huddled further towards the door, wondering if one of the twins had replied and I hadn't heard it.

"Deidre, why did you tell Catherine you remembered this 'Foxworth Hall', making her believe there was such a place," my father's voice again spoke, slightly quieter this time. "How could you possibly remember a place you've never visited?"

"Dad, I love you and if you want to pretend to your precious favorite child that place doesn't exist; that's fine with me. But please do not play your mind games with me." Silence. And I was glad, because what Deidre had said had shocked me too, as I imagined my parents had been.

"Deidre, what on earth are you talking about? As I have told you many times, Catherine is not my favorite child – I love all three of you equally. And why do you seem to think there is a place like Catherine described, and I am simply hiding the truth from her?" Was that a falter I heard in my father's voice? It seemed, for once, it was my sister who was telling the truth – I tried to think back to the last time Deidre had been in the right. I couldn't remember – but now was not the time to be thinking of other things.

"I remember the mansion, Dad," Deidre said, with that same stubbornness that was so familiar in her voice no matter what she was discussing. "Don't pretend like it doesn't exist. Because it does. You know it, I know it. Everyone but precious Catherine knows it. Stop pretending and start talking to me like I'm an adult, as I am, and ask yourself how I can remember that place," Deidre added, in such a purposeful way that I'd never heard before. Yes, Deidre was strong minded – but I'd never heard her like this – to my remembering.

That momentary silence tarnished every hope I had that Deidre had been lying, and my hero Father would prevail over all. What he said next broke my heart beyond what words could ever fix. I hadn't asked for this drama, nor did I crave it. I hatred myself for having that dream, and opening this can of worms – as the old phrase went.

"How can you possibly remember Foxworth Foxworth Hall – you were only a year and a half when we left." And like a signature of blood, I knew that was it. The beginning of my life had been nothing like how I'd been told. My parents had lied to me. Could I learn to hate them? As this point, I felt it could be so easy.

"I don't know. I remember so little of my early childhood. It amazed me, even, when I first remembered. I was only about five, but I heard you and Toni mention it once in a private conversation. I was stood at the door and overheard. And that's when I first remembered. I didn't remember a lot. Only being sat in a small play pen beside Darren. Anyway, then I forgot again. But then I remembered a few years later, I can't remember what triggered it that time. Perhaps a news article in a newspaper, or something of the sort. But then when Catherine mentioned it yesterday at breakfast, and when I saw yours' and Toni's shocked faces – I knew then. That image of the two babies in the playpen – it brought it all back."

My god. Not only was Foxworth Hall a real place; my family had been there at one point. Before I were born, by the sounds of it. Before Deidre's speech, my father had said the twins had been a year and a half before they'd all left. That means I'd never been in Foxworth Hall, except of course for my mother's pregnancy. By the sounds of what my father and sister were saying, the twins had spent that entire year and a half in that house. Why? And how long had my Father and Mother been there? Oh, how I wish I understood. I'd felt a strong migraine coming on at that point, this made it quite painful to focus my attention on the conversation and concentrate.

"Is that even possible, Jory?" I heard my Mother's voice questioning my silent Father. I could imagine my Father's mind working so fast it could barely keep up with itself. "Apparently so," my Father answered, so simply – as if he were lost for words. A few moments later, he had regained his vocabulary.

"Okay, listen here you two. Well done Deidre for remembering a time so long ago – unfortunately, I have no doubts that your memory could be put to much better use. Toni and I left that place with you two, before Catherine was born, for a very good reason. Perhaps one day you will understand exactly why. But for this moment, just have faith in my words." Father was finally taking control of the situation, as he always did. Unfortunately, I couldn't feel the same pride in him this time as I had done do many times before. He'd lied to me, as had my mother, and now he was telling the twins to lie to me too. I know, even at the tender age of fifteen, that the betrayal my entire family was to show towards me could not possibly be right.

"I don't want you ever to mention that place again. Ever. You may think you need to know about that point in your life. But, trust me, you do not. It's dead and buried. And hopefully will remain that way. I don't want Catherine ever to know what happened at that place; neither do I want you two to find out. Please. Never mention 'Foxworth Hall' again."

The unison of replies from the twins made my heart ache. It seemed, for once, Deidre had noticed that my father was being deadly serious about all of this. The twins agreed to stay silent. Why did Deidre have to obey his wishes at the one time I most needed her to go against him and tease me with the information she knew and I didn't. It felt so strange to know I had to depend on whatever she threw at me.

If only I knew then that my father was saying was so right. If I'd have known it was for my own good, I would've forgotten about it in that very instance. Thing's would've been so different. But I was a kid – kids are so inquisitive. I had to know. I had to know everything about my parents' life before I were born. I had to know all about Foxworth Hall…