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I closed the letter by stating that I never knew the reason why she forced me out of her life, but knowing she'd never tell me I'd quit asking the questions that plagued me. I reminded her it was her choice that I leave and I'd complied with that wish. I wished her happiness. It was two weeks after her call to Harrah's before I dropped the letter into the mailbox, just after Thanksgiving. I showed no malice in the letter, but knew Kari would be livid upon reading it. She was caught and I knew about it. I wrote in a journal that night that I was going to breathe easily for about three days, figuring that would be the time it would take to reach her once being forwarded from the old address in Mindoro. After that, every breath was guarded, not knowing how or when she'd strike back. I only knew three things. I knew I had absolutely no clue why I'd deserve her hatred. I knew she'd never tell me. I knew she had revenge in mind. I closed my eyes and waited. |