“That concludes the reading.”
I just stared at him.
My name had never been mentioned.
At first, I thought maybe there had been some mistake.
Then the truth hit me hard enough to make my stomach twist.
Mrs. Holloway lied to me.
I barely remember leaving the office.
By the time I made it back to my tiny rental apartment, my chest physically hurt from trying not to fall apart.
I collapsed onto the bed still wearing my boots and stared at the ceiling for a long time.
At first, I felt angry.
Then embarrassed.
Then stupid.
But underneath all of it was something worse:
