And soon, I'd have her back.
I turned away from the window. Walked to the bedroom.
Opened the closet. Looked at her clothes. Still hanging there. Waiting for her to come back.
I grabbed one of her shirts. Held it.
She'd left these behind. Left everything behind.
But she couldn't leave me behind.
I wouldn't let her.
I put the shirt back. Closed the closet.
Walked back to the living room. Sat down.
Picked up my phone again. Stared at it.
I'd spent months looking for her. A few more days wouldn't kill me.
But the waiting was torture.
Knowing where she was. Knowing she was with another man. And not being able to do anything about it.
I finished the bottle. Set it down.
Thought about what I'd do when I got there.
First, I'd find her. Make sure it was really her.
Then I'd take he
