I stared down at the hotel carpet.

“Did my aunt actually plan for my divorce years ago?”

“She did not plan specifically for your divorce,” Samantha clarified carefully.

“Then what exactly was she planning for?” I pressed.

Samantha paused for a moment before answering.

“Your aunt was deeply worried that one day you might forget how much of your own life actually belonged to you.”

Those words hit me deeply, making my chest tighten.

My eyes quickly filled with warm tears.