Page 79 of With Love

Adrienne

The past two days have been the most incredible days of my entire life. But it’s also been a very long two days and I want nothing more than to climb into our bed and sleep in Marshall’s arms for the next week.

“Hmm…” Marshall says as we pull up to our house.

“What’s the matter?” I ask.

“My car is gone.”

“The G or the sedan?”

“The sedan.”

“Could Travis have borrowed it?” I asked, looking out my window, trying to find the small silver car.

“No, he was tailing us until we got Ermenonville. Then, he was headed back to the city.”

“Oh,” I start, getting nervous the longer we’re sitting outside in the dark. “Can we go inside?”

“Yeah, let’s go,” Marshall gets out of the car and walks over to open my door. “I’ll get you inside and then I can come grab all of our things from the car.”

Leading me up the steps and into the house, Marshall closes the door behind us. I see Owen sitting at the island.

“Hey there, how are you?” I feel guilty for the way I left things yesterday morning. I hope he’s not still angry with me.

He looks up, but not at me.

“You fucking asshole!” He snarls at Marshall, shaking his head in disapproval.

“Owen, what the fuck?” I shout. Okay, obviously he’s still pissed. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me? Why don’t you ask your boyfriend over there what this letter is all about?”

“What the hell is that?” Marshall asks as Owen holds his hand out to me. I take the letter and unfold it.

Marshall,

I’m sorry it has to be like this but I can’t stay here any longer.

I love Adrienne like a sister and I can’t bear to be in her presence any longer after what we did. I am sick with guilt, day in and day out. I’ve tried getting over it but I can’t.

I know you begged me to stay and I thought that I would be strong enough to, but the sight of you and her together rips my heart wide open. The fact that I can’t touch you or kiss you like she can, breaks my heart.

I understand that the two of you were meant to be together, but I deserve better than this. I need to go so I can find someone who can love me the way you love Adrienne.

I’ll never forget the way you made me feel when we were together. I’ve never felt love or passion like that before.

I’ll never get over you, Marshall. I hope that you can forgive me.

Love always,

Lucy

P.s. I left something in my room for you to remember me by.

It feels like the world has been ripped out from underneath me and I am falling. I want to be sick.

This can’t be. After the weekend that we just had, there is no way that I can believe this. But, why would she make it up? She said she left something behind. If it weren’t true, then why would she do that? I swear to God if I find something of hers that she left for him, I don’t know what I’m going to do.

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