They Called Me a Saint—Then Her Phone Exposed Who I Really Was

were created by decisions I didn’t get to make.”

Her face tightened like she’d bitten something sour.

“You promised,” she hissed.

“I promised a dying woman who was holding my arm,” I said, my voice cracking despite my effort. “A dying woman who was also texting another man while I slept in a chair next to her bed.”

Her eyes went wide, then narrowed.

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