I woke up early on Monday morning and regretted not having the foresight to add a time to the note I left for Marlene.
I had asked her to consider coming here today, but I didn’t tell her when to come over and it made every second feel like an agonizing eternity.
There was no guarantee she would even come to see me. She was sensible enough that she probably wouldn’t come here when she thought I was a dangerous criminal; but she was also in love with me, and I hoped she would be unable to resist the request.
I had emptied the cupboards and the fridge already in my preparations to leave the house behind, but I couldn’t leave to get food because if I did that there was a chance she would show up and think I had abandoned her or asked her to go there because I wanted to humiliate her.
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