But I was exhausted in every possible way.
After dinner, my body gave out before my mind did. I fell asleep on the bed, still wearing my clothes.
Norman stayed up later, scrolling on his phone, or at least that’s what he said afterward.
It was a warning.
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The next morning, I woke with nervous excitement buzzing through me. I needed to review the final details of the offer with the clinic. I grabbed my phone and opened our email message thread. I almost collapsed!
A message had been sent from my account at 1 a.m.
“I’M TURNING DOWN THE OFFER. I’m not interested in you. Don’t ever write here again, you [expletive]!”
“But I didn’t write this,” I whispered to the empty room.
There’s only one person who knew my phone password, and he was awake when I fell asleep.
“But I didn’t write this.”
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I wanted to scream! I was furious with Norman for trying to destroy my dream.
But right then, I decided I was going to teach him a lesson he would never forget.
I walked into the kitchen. Norman sat there reading the newspaper, whistling cheerfully, looking relaxed and pleased with himself. There was no sign of last night’s bad mood.
He looked as happy as if he’d just won the lottery.
“Morning,” he said without looking up.
I was going to teach him a lesson he would never forget.
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“Hi, honey,” I said sweetly.
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