“We have nothing.”
“Bruno lied to me, too.”
I almost admired the audacity. “That’s curious. He lied to you with a house that wasn’t his.”
“He told me you were separated.”
“And that’s why you agreed to move in in June?”
Silence. “I didn’t know you were like this,” she finally said.
“Like what?”
“Resentful.”
I looked at my reflection in the window. I had dark circles, my hair was up, and there was a new peace in my eyes. “I’m not resentful, Sarah. I’m the owner.”
I hung up. Then I blocked her number.
Weeks passed. Bruno sent apologies through messages from different numbers. Then he threatened. Then he cried again. Then he said he was sick. Then that his mother had pressured him. Then that Sarah had manipulated him. He gave everyone a piece of the blame. Except himself.
