It lay on the bed; its red cover stupidly declaring its name, as if the fact that it usually lay hidden in a locked drawer wasn't enough to proclaim its purpose.
Life had been different lately. She was bored; she could no longer tolerate his gentleness, and yet his quiet integrity was the thing that had once attracted her.
Marie watched through the keyhole as he replaced the journal back into its drawer unopened. How much easier if he'd opened it and read her message.
Damn his honesty, she thought, I'll have to end it in person.
Life had been different lately. She was bored; she could no longer tolerate his gentleness, and yet his quiet integrity was the thing that had once attracted her.
Marie watched through the keyhole as he replaced the journal back into its drawer unopened. How much easier if he'd opened it and read her message.
Damn his honesty, she thought, I'll have to end it in person.
