Arthur's Point of View
I felt bad about what I said to her; I should've done better. I don't want to appear fragile when discussing Margaret's death.
I came up to my room and watched her crying as she left through my window. I recognized my late fiancée in the way she grieved. She drove so quickly. Wasn't it a good thing? She despised me.
"I feel bad for her," Alvin said as he entered my room.
"How could you?" It's not such a huge deal."
"You need to control your temper at all times, Mr. she really is a nice lady,"
"I don't care; I'm exhausted." "I'm going to bed now." Alvin then exited my room.
I was reading a book and waited for sleepiness to arrive when I got a phone call. It was an unknown number that had been received by my previous company number.
"Hello,"
"Hi, is this
