His former business partner had even released a statement to quell the rumors surrounding Joe’s death.
His words haunted me for years.
There’d been a scandal.
I could still remember his calm composure as he answered questions about the “convenient timing” of Joe’s death, and how coolly Daniel had asserted that the stress and guilt Joe felt likely caused his heart attack.
It was true, but to hear someone say it as though Joe got what he deserved broke something inside me.
I had spent years trying to protect Emma from those ugly stories. Somewhere along the way, I must’ve done something right.
I had sat down beside her and gathered her into my arms.
He answered questions about the “convenient timing” of Joe’s death
“That was a beautiful thing you did,” I whispered. “But next time, you tell me. We’ll do it together.”
Now, driving to the school, that memory sat in my chest like a stone.
When I got there, the principal was waiting outside his office.
“Thank you for coming so quickly,” he said.
“What happened?”
“Someone is here asking for Emma. He’s sitting in my office right now waiting for you.”
“What’s going on here?”
The principal lowered his head. “He didn’t introduce himself. He only said that you know him.”
The principal was waiting outside his office.
“Where is Emma?”
“She’s in the counseling room. She’s okay.” He glanced at the office door behind him. “The man inside asked to see her first. When we told him we needed to call you, he said that was fine. He’d wait for you.”
I put my hand on the handle and stopped.
I knew, even before I opened the door, that whatever was on the other side was going to change something.
I pushed it open.
Whatever was on the other side was going to change something.
He stood when he heard me come in.
For one full second, my brain refused to make sense of what I was seeing. It was like looking at someone from a dream I had buried so deeply I no longer believed he was real.
Then it hit me all at once.
My knees weakened. I sat in the closest chair.
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