“From whom?”
He had nothing to say.
Then Sarah laughed.
There was nothing humorous about it.
It was the stunned laugh of someone watching her marriage collapse in real time.
“You told me she wanted us to take over.”
Greg turned toward her.
“Sarah—”
“You told me Beth was planning to retire.”
“She was!”
I shook my head.
“No.”
Tears filled Sarah’s eyes.
For the first time since I had known her, she seemed small.
“You told me she asked you to handle the financing.”
Greg’s silence said everything.
Sarah slapped him.
The sound cut through the boutique.
“You used me.”
Greg touched his cheek.
“You enjoyed everything!”
“I enjoyed the car! The job! The money! Yes!” Sarah shouted. “But I thought your mother was giving them to us!”
I believed her.
Not because Sarah was blameless.
She wasn’t.
She had mocked me.
Used my generosity.
Behaved terribly.
