Tilda
I cross the driveway,my shoes crunching over the gravel.
I feel like I’m losing my mind.
Every text Ethan sends me puts me that much closer to replying.
But I don’t know if I should.
I don’t know what to believe.
My feet carry me forward, up the little hill, toward the tree line.
I don’t want to make the wrong choice and get hurt all over again.
I can’t?—
My steps slow.
He…
I look to the left. And to the right.
And for as far as I can see…
Purple ribbon.
For as far as I can see, Ethan has wrapped purple ribbon around the barbed wire fence that separates my property from the park.
I step closer until I can touch it.
It’s the same ribbon he gave me.
The same ribbon he bought me.
It’s… vandalism.
It’s beautiful.
I pull my phone out of my pocket.
I don’t know what to say.
No idea where to start.
But I need to let him know I’ve found this.
I need?—
My phone rings.
I stare at the screen. I don’t know the number. But… I feel like I should answer it.
I lift the phone to my ear. “Hello?”
“Hello. Is this Matty?” The older man’s voice is frail.
The oxygen disappears from my lungs, and I can’t reply.