Far from done
For several unbearable minutes, Megan sat frozen on her bed, her body rigid under the verbal assault. His accusations came in waves, battering her with things she couldn’t even understand. Her stomach twisted painfully with each shouted word. At last, her trembling hand pulled the phone away, and she pressed “end call.” The screen went dark, but the fire in his voice lingered in her head. What had he discovered? And why blame her for it?
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