I Forgot the Men Who Broke Me
Now I leaned against the entry table and said, “I’m ready. Find me the best neurosurgeon you can. I want the surgery as soon as possible.”
She went quiet.
Then she asked, “Do they know?”
I looked at my reflection in the dark glass of the front doors. “Don’t tell them.”
When she answered, her voice had gone very steady.
“All right. I’ll arrange everything. Once you get here, the rest is mine.”
I had just ended the call when I heard heels on the marble behind me.
“What needs to happen soon?”
I turned.
Viola stood in the doorway wearing my coat, my color, my place in the house as if none of it had ever belonged to anyone else. The three silver saint medals swung loosely from her hand.
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