- 4.
Sergeant Johnson followed David out.
As if talking to me was a waste of his time.
I was used to it.
I locked the door and went back to bed.
The next morning, I went to talk to David
about the application.
Sarah was in his office
Only Sarah was in his office.
She looked perfectly healthy, a mocking smile
on her face. She held a stack of letters I
recognized.
“Anna, I didn’t know you were so forward.
Writing love letters to David at such a young
age.”
It was the letters I’d written to David.
He’d actually shown them to Sarah.
Rage surged through me. I lunged for the
letters.
Before I could touch her, Sarah fell to the
floor, scattering the letters.
Г
David’s voice boomed from behind me.
“Sarah! Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?”
He shoved me aside, my arm hitting the desk
hard.
Before Sarah could speak, David yelled,
“Anna, you’ve gone too far! Sarah’s sick, and
you’re attacking her!”
He radiated anger, looking at me like I was a
criminal.
I hissed through the pain, “Why did you show
Sarah my letters? Is this how you treat my
feelings?”
David froze, noticing the letters.
Г
He looked at Sarah.
She sobbed, “David, I found them by accident.
I didn’t even open them, but Anna pushed
me.”
She held out her scraped palm.
David’s eyes reddened with concern.
“Anna, they’re just letters. Why hurt her over
something so trivial?”
Even though I’d decided to leave him, his
words stung.
He’d promised to cherish those letters, to
never let anyone see them.
Now they were “trivial ”
Г
Now, they were “trivial.”
“Apologize to Sarah, right now!”
“No!” I refused.
David glared at me. “Anna, I can’t believe
you’ve become this person!”
“You wanted me to withdraw the marriage
application last night? Fine, I agree!”
I froze, then quickly composed myself.
“Good, David. We’re done.”
I walked out, not looking back.
David didn’t show up for the next few days.
Г
I packed my bags.
On the day I left, I took one last look at the
house I’d lived in for so long.
I left the keys on the table and closed the
door.
My car passed David’s on the road.
Our eyes met.
I looked away first.
We wouldn’t see each other again.
