Chapter 4

"Joshua crashed his car heading your way. Margie, the guy worships you—why put him through hell? Have you got a heart?"

I responded evenly, "Is he in critical condition?"

"Oh, so if he's not dying, it's no big deal?

"You're ice-cold, huh? Erased every single thing he ever did for you—just wiped it clean?"

The guy was on the edge of a meltdown over the phone, inches from branding me an ingrate.

Then the line went dead—someone had grabbed the phone and hung up.

I paused in quiet reflection for maybe ten seconds.

Fair point: in this timeline, Joshua hadn't…