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Both Emmy and I sat stewing in Mrs. Janowski’s living room while the ladies sat at the dining room table hashing out Ida’s situation. Honestly, I didn’t know how to help them. Ida clearly didn’t want anyone to poke around in the past. We still didn’t know the daughter’s name. And, Ida confessed. Where do you go from there?
Yet, even if I wanted to contribute, I couldn’t. I was consumed. How dare Brett assume I cheated on him! It was the thought I clung onto when another text from him came in.
Pls tell me if ur ok.
Delete.
My finger hovered over the block sender option. I stared at it for a hesitant moment. But I couldn’t do it. Instead, I set the phone on the walnut end table and took a mint from the crystal bowl. I popped it into my mouth and let my head fall back against the wing
