“I still haven’t read it,” he said.
“Why not?”
“Because I know what he’ll ask me to forgive.”
I looked at the envelope.
I Pretended to Be the Daughter of an Elderly Man I Met by Chance – Days Later, His Lawyer Found Me and Said, ‘You Walked Straight Into His Trap’
I pushed the letter back toward him.
“Maybe he won’t.”
“He always wanted the ending before doing the work.”
That sounded so much like my own anger that I almost laughed.
I pushed the letter back toward him.
“You don’t have to read it today.”
He nodded and slipped the letter into his coat instead of the briefcase.
Eric studied me.
“Did you read yours all at once?”
“No. I stopped three times.”
“Did it help?”
“It hurt differently each time.”
For once, neither of us let Nathan set the pace.
He nodded and slipped the letter into his coat instead of the briefcase.
It was a small distinction, but I noticed it.
For once, neither of us let Nathan set the pace.
