Vanessa tried for a long time to calm her down before she finally did.
Mitchell, irritated and impatient, stayed for less than half an hour at the hospital before he left. As for Vanessa, whether she stayed out of coercion or persuasion didn’t matter to him. He was only focused on one thing: finding Heather, confessing everything in front of her, and telling her how much he missed her.
Mitchell returned to the cold, empty house, which had been arranged to look like it had before Heather left. But the absence of her presence was impossible to ignore.
He mechanically prepared two plates of spaghetti and set them down at the spot where Heather had placed them before she left.
Then, he poured himself a drink and sat down at the other end of the table.
“Heather, I made the spaghetti you used to love. even taught Bethany a lesson for your today… Her babies are gone too. But when will you forgive me? When will you come
me…”
back to
Mitchell drank, trying to numb himself. He figured if he drank enough, the pain would go
away.
He pulled out his broken phone, the screen shattered beyond recognition, and opened the chat with Heather. One message after another appeared on the screen, reminding him of the things. they had once shared.
If only things hadn’t changed, if only everything could go back to how it was…
As he scrolled through the messages, he remembered the intimate pictures of him and Bethany that Heather had sent to him. How devastated had Heather been when she saw those? Mitchell’s breath caught in his throat, and he suddenly clutched his chest, gasping for air.
Since Heather left, aside from that one time he had passed out, he hadn’t had a peaceful night’s sleep.
Even though he had rearranged the house to look like it did when Heather was still there, it was still just a lie.
