My Ex Tried To Use My Black Card

to see the charge.

I stared at that one for a long time.

Dad read it over my shoulder and made a sound in his throat.

“Classy girl.”

“She wanted to hurt me.”

“She did.”

“She helped us.”

“Also true.”

I hated that. People should pick a lane. Villain, victim, idiot. Something.

The news didn’t break until Thursday.

Not the whole thing. Just enough.

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