“You think it’s okay?” Abigail asked tentatively.
Emma held up the phone and began to read aloud. “‘Dearest Troy’ – Dearest was a nice touch – ‘I’m so happy for you getting your dream job! That’s quite an achievement – you should have a big celebration. The thing is, Troy... I don’t want to hold you back. You need to be free, and deserve someone just as supportive of your aspirations as you’ve been of mine.’
“Supportive?” Emma scoffed.
“‘I’ll always remember our ten months together (the stories I could tell, haha). I wish you well.’ Perfect! Short, sweet, and completely opposite of how things really were.”
“How should I sign it? I know – opposite of reality...”