Where Do We Go Now That our Love has Been Tainted?
I laid in the bed, exhausted from staying up all night, pondering about the letter I got from Brandon Hemp. Before I could move onto the next thought of him, there was a knock at my bedroom door.
“Can I come in?”
“If you have that nasty ass soup in your hands again, no.”
She laughed hysterically, “Haley, shut up. Can I come in?”
“I am so serious Bel. All I had was an anxiety attack. That does not require soup.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll take the soup back.”
I placed my head back on my pillow and continued staring at the ceiling. “Should I meet with him? What if something happens to another one of my girls?” I thought to myself.
Again, my internal ramblings were interrupted with my knocks on my door.
“Haley, can I come in now?
“Is the soup is gone?”
She sighed a “Yes,” out of frustration.
“Then yes. You can come in, Bel.”
She opened my bedroom door, and crawled into bed with me, handing me a bouquet of flowers.
“These are for you.”
“Isobel, are those from…”