It was just six o’clock when I arrived in St Andrews. I parked the car in a street perpendicular to Elgin’s and hurried out to his apartment building.
I hadn’t been back here since the morning of Julia’s funeral and I stood petrified in front of the row of letterboxes placed against the wall. On one of the bronze plaques was written:
Elgin Sutherland and Scarlett Rittel
It was the first time that I had seen it.
That pretty cursive script stabbed me right in the heart, bringing back the painful memory of my fallen hopes. Of course, we had found each other, but my name next to his just made me want to cry. Why hadn’t he taken it off?
I tried to reassure myself by telling myself that soon we would be together like a normal couple. If I survived...
When I arrived in front of Elgin’s apar
