She needs to know about this if she hasn’t seen it already. Like me, she’s in the middle of a shitstorm, but unlike me, she’s innocent and clueless. God, I’ve ruined so many lives in one fell swoop. Was it worth it? Am I the most selfish woman on the planet? Or did I do the right thing, the ethical thing, the thing a murdered woman deserved? Did I bring justice to this world? Or did I just inflict my misery on everyone I share it with?
Whatever the answer, I don’t get to explain anything to Rae. The line rings a few times and goes to voicemail. Her recorded greeting is the same one she’s had since college. “Hey, it’s Rae, leave me a message and I’ll call you back. Probably. Eventually. No promises.”
I hang up and call again. This time, when it sends me to voicemail, I’m a little more rea
