CHAPTER TWO
In the lonesome period after Annabelle purged me from her life and destroyed my heart in the process, my fits of melancholy had complete control over me. Any vitality I had left was wiped away by the freezing cold weather. I no longer made any attempt to make myself presentable. To make matters worse, Anna still had my best coat.
In an attempt to outrun my depressive episodes I took up traveling. I did quite a bit of traveling in fact. I went most places where a man could ponder life’s questions in solitude, but that got boring after a while. I needed something with more stimulation. A month or so after Anna sent me the letter, I saw an advertisement in the university paper for a theatre performance by one of our drama groups. It was being held in the city because the univers
