When I opened the door, I almost didn’t recognize her.
Her blonde hair was disheveled. Her glasses were crooked. Her face was pale, and her eyes were swollen from crying.
She wore a thin coat over her nightclothes and clutched a yellowed envelope against her chest.
The confident woman who had told me my time was over had disappeared.
She looked terrified.
“Margaret,” she whispered.
“What are you doing here?”
She tried to speak, but her voice broke.
Then she fell to her knees on my front step.
“Please, save me. I had no idea who I was really dealing with.”
I stood frozen.
Three weeks earlier, she had celebrated my humiliation.
Now she was kneeling outside my house in the middle of the night.
I felt anger rise inside me.
“Get up, Susan.”
She shook her head.
“Please, just listen to me.”
“You told me my marriage was over. You told me my time was finished. You said Robert belonged to you.”
