She shrugged, unrepentant. “What? She ruined your life.”
Megan didn’t answer. She met my stare with exhausted, hollow eyes, and a wave of pity washed over me, choking the breath I thought I’d already lost.
Twenty Dollars and a Flash of Truth
Claire rolled down her window, the summer air rushing in, and flicked the bill toward Megan’s feet.
“Here,” she said sweetly, “buy the babies some formula.”
My stomach twisted into knots as Megan glanced at the money, then back at me, that same heartbreaking pity lingering.
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