Chapter 15 - Good Luck Means Something Different
A year after the message, I found the screenshot on my phone.
I ran away with your best friend. We’re never coming back.
My reply:
Good luck.
I had once thought those two words were my declaration of war.
They were not.
They were written by a woman who believed she understood the betrayal.
I knew almost nothing.
Thomas had not run away.
Claire had not stolen my husband.
Daniel had sent the message.
The affair was fiction.
But the message still exposed something real.
My marriage had too many hidden doors.
My finances had too many shared points of access.
People who loved me were too comfortable deciding which truths I could handle.
I deleted the screenshot.
May you like
Not because I wanted to forget.
Because I no longer needed the wrong version of the story sitting in my camera roll.
