I could not bear to become the center of another life you had to sacrifice.
So I did the ugliest thing I have ever done.
I made you hate me.
I put the paper down and covered my mouth with my hand.
There was no other woman, the letter continued.
There was no secret family, no grand romance.
There was just fear, cowardice, and a man who thought he could choose pain for both of us and call it mercy.
I told myself you would use
the card within a month.
I told myself the money would help and the anger would free you.
I was wrong about you, and I was wrong about what cruelty costs.
I did not notice I was crying until one tear landed on the paper and smeared the edge of his handwriting.
The manager spoke softly, as if she had seen this kind of devastation before and knew not to crowd it.
