It was morning before I finally fell asleep.
The next day I didn’t want to see any of them. I took a long bath. I cried a lot. I only heard someone entering and exiting. When I got out, there was a box on my bed. I opened it.
It was letters. Our letters. There were so many. Two f*****g years’ worth.
I read all the ones he’d sent me. He had hated me after a while. Even the one he sent after Pluggs died. It made me cry. He missed me so much and just wanted to see me so badly.
She’d been here, lying to my face.
I threw the letters on the floor with the box and cried inside my pillow as hard as I could. The anger didn’t dispel.
Felix slept in my room that night.
My animals were the only honest creatures I had in my life. I put Blake into that category, too. He’d never actually lied to m
