Karl lowered his voice again.
“I said I’m sorry. I knew you would understand once I explained. I did this for us… You can see that, can’t you?”
That sentence hurt more than anything else.
“No,” I said quietly. “You did it for the money, Karl.”
“That’s not fair.” His irritation started showing now. “You have no idea what kind of opportunity this is. I didn’t want to burden you with the decision, babe.”
“Burden me? No… You didn’t want me to say no.”
Karl pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.
And at that exact moment, while watching him struggle to understand why I wasn’t thrilled to run away with him, I realized what I needed to do.
Slowly, without drawing attention, I reached into my handbag.
I found my phone by touch.
I turned the screen on but never took the phone out.
I simply left the bag open on my lap with the microphone facing upward.
Then I asked carefully:
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