CHAPTER 25: THE PHONE CALL FROM PRISON
I received a call from Preston's prison.
He wanted to talk to me.
I agreed.
I didn't know why. Maybe I needed closure. Maybe I needed to hear him admit the truth.
I sat in my living room, the phone pressed to my ear.
"Evelyn," he said. His voice was flat. Hollow.
"Preston."
"I know you don't want to talk to me. But I needed to tell you something."
"What?"
"I'm sorry. For everything. For what I did to Sophie. For what I did to you."
"Why are you saying this now?"
"Because I have nothing left. No money. No wife. No friends. Just a cell and a lot of time to think."
I was silent.
"I'm not asking for forgiveness," he continued. "I don't deserve it. But I wanted you to know. I was wrong. About everything."
"Thank you for saying that, Preston. But it doesn't change anything."
"I know. I just wanted you to hear it."
"I heard it."
"Goodbye, Evelyn."
"Goodbye, Preston."
I hung up.
I didn't cry. I didn't feel anything.
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Because he was a stranger to me now. Someone I used to know.
And I had moved on.
