“You played me, Faith,” he said, his voice dropping to a venomous whisper. “I helped you. I got you out of your horrible life. And you didn’t even say thank you. You just ran.”
“I needed to get away from everything! From everyone!” I sobbed. “That doesn’t mean you had to steal my child from me!”
“Someday soon,” he said, his voice suddenly light and mocking, like this was a fun game for him. “I’ll tell you. But for now… this is just so much fun.”
And then there was nothing but a dial tone. Beep. Beep. Beep.
He had hung up on me.
I slid down the kitchen cabinet onto the cold floor, the phone dropping from my numb fingers. I wrapped my arms around myself, but I couldn’t stop the shaking. The tears came then, silent and hopeless. He wasn’t going to tell me. He was enjoying my pain.
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