Rip the Band-Aid off.
They were going to let me walk into a room full of people I loved — people who thought they were watching me start a new life — and pull the rug out from under me?
Rip the Band-Aid off.
I picked up the phone and called Maya, my sister.
I couldn’t say anything for the first 15 seconds; I just cried.
“Tam,” she said, her voice sharper than usual. “What happened, sis?”
“Jake is marrying Maddie,” I whispered. “It’s all in their texts. Everything.”
My sister didn’t gasp or yell.
I couldn’t say anything for the first 15 seconds; I just cried.
“I’m coming over, Tam,” she said.
