I'd been hearing that for eight years. Nearly three thousand days and nights, waiting for her to marry me.
Instead, I'd waited just long enough to watch her become someone else's legal wife.
Carrie, I'm done waiting for you.
Because we were never right for each other.
She recalled the message.
Then sent a new one:
That last message wasn't something Graham should see. He's sensitive and reads too much into things. Just do what I asked, okay? Whatever I owe you, I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you after those three years.
I actually laughed out loud.
I waited two minutes. Sure enough, she recalled that message too.
So which one of us was she really lying to? Me, or herself?
Her childhood sweetheart wanted to be a father, and somehow she'd volunteered to carry the baby for him?
Even if I took a massive step back and accepted that she was just "helping out," why did she care so much about Graham's feelings over the promises she'd made to me?
She'd gone this far just so her childhood friend could play daddy.
So how exactly had that child been conceived?
I shook my head, forcing the ugly speculation out of my mind.
I typed a quick "okay" and hit send.