Evelyn’s letter did not accuse me the way I deserved.
That was the worst part.
There was no rage in her words. No dramatic curses. No final stab of revenge from beyond the grave.
She wrote with terrifying gentleness.
She said she had spent most of her life around people who were hurting, and that hurt people often learned to survive by taking whatever they could reach.
She said she saw hunger in me.
Not just hunger for money.
Hunger for safety.
For importance.
For a life where nobody could look down on me again.
Then she wrote something that made my hands begin to shake.
“I knew you did not love me when you married me. But I hoped that if I loved you honestly enough, you might one day become tired of pretending.”
I stared at that sentence until the ink blurred.
I had thought she was lonely.
I had thought she was easy.
I had thought she was weak.
But Evelyn had been watching me with her eyes open the entire time.
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