Chapter 2: The Letter That Started With Sorry
Part 2 ⬇️
My hands were shaking so badly I had to set the pages down.
The letter didn't start with "thank you." It started with: *"Sarah, I need you to forgive me for what I'm about to tell you."*
I read that line three times before I could move on.
Larry wasn't who I thought he was.
He wasn't a stranger who had fallen on hard times.
He had been watching me — specifically me — for months before he ever said a word.
He wrote it plainly, without shame: *"I chose you because I knew you wouldn't say no.
I knew what kind of person you were.
I'm sorry I used that against you."*
I pushed back from the table.
My chair scraped the floor so hard my neighbor knocked on the wall.
Used me.
He had used me.
But then I turned the page — and my breath stopped completely.
There was a name written at the top.
A lawyer's name.
An address on the other side of the city.
And one single sentence beneath it:
*"Go see him before they do.
Don't wait.
Your name is already on everything."*
Everything.
What everything?
Before I could reach for my phone, someone knocked on my front door.
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What Sarah found out next — and who was standing at that door — will leave you speechless.
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