'Someone happier’, she says quietly, her voice certain and strong, ‘someone better off’. She takes a sip of her tea, her eyes averted out the window towards the grey sky. She’s always believed that; that Lena, no matter her objections, would’ve had a far easier life without her. For all her attempts to protect her from her father and brother, she hadn’t. She’d tried to love her, despite the circumstances, and Lena thought she hated her.
She’s wondered what might’ve become of Lena without her. Whether Lionel might’ve married her mother. Whether her mother might’ve lived. Whether Lex might’ve turned out saner. Lionel always said she was the problem, after all.