put it in a drawer.
Then I went outside with my coffee.
For years, I believed revenge meant making people regret hurting you.
I was wrong.
Sometimes revenge is letting them discover, on their own, that the person they threw away was the one person they never should have underestimated.
My phone buzzed on the table.
A message from an unknown number.
Mom is sick. Please call.
I looked at it for a moment, then turned the phone facedown.
The river moved quietly beyond the trees.
For the first time
