“At last, we’re together. I hope you’ll learn to accept your defeat.”
I never replied.
But three weeks later, at two o’clock in the morning, someone began pounding on my front door.
I opened it.
Susan was standing there.
The same woman who had smiled so confidently in that photograph was now trembling from head to toe.
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Her eyes were red from crying, and she was holding an old, yellowed envelope.
Suddenly, she dropped to her knees.
“Margaret, please don’t close the door. I’ve made a terrible mistake. Robert didn’t tell me everything.”
I stood frozen.
“What do you want from me? You’ve already taken my husband.”
Susan looked up.
“Because of Robert, I nearly lost the only person I still had left to live for.”
She opened the envelope.
Inside was an old photograph showing a young woman holding a baby outside a hospital.
