Anger and Betrayal
That evening, Linda called.
“Emily, I’m so sorry.”
The words only fueled my anger.
“Sorry?” I snapped. “I gave up years of my life for her.”
“There’s more to this than you know.”
“Then explain it.”
“I can’t.”
I laughed bitterly. “Convenient.”
“Emily—”
“Did you convince her to cut me out?”
“Never.”
“Then why did she leave everything to you?”
Linda was silent.
Finally, she said: “Because I made her a promise.”
That answer only made things worse.
I hung up.
For the first time in years, I cried myself to sleep.
