I threw the letter onto the floor.
The first thing I felt wasn’t even anger.
It was disbelief.
Susan?
The girl who, when we were twelve, had gotten into a fight at school because someone insulted me?
The woman who stood beside me on my wedding day?
The woman who hugged me when I lost my first baby?
The woman who spent the entire night with me in the hospital when Michael had to undergo heart surgery?
She had known all along?
I grabbed my phone and called her.
It was turned off.
I called again.
Nothing.
So I continued reading.
Michael wrote that after eight months, he was the one who ended the relationship.
According to him, Susan already wanted to tell me the whole truth.
Michael had begged her not to.
He wrote:
“If we had told you the truth, I would have lost you, and you would have lost your husband and your best friend at the same time.”
