sick, lonely, and she crawled into his life.”
For the first time, I did not lower my eyes.
“Maybe I said yes because I was tired of drowning,” I said. “But I would have stayed if he had lost everything. The box was the gift.”
She laughed, sharp and fragile.
“You expect us to believe that?”
I unfolded the letter and read one line aloud.
“I watched you refuse my check the night before the doctor called. You said you needed only me. You did not know you were carrying
