“There was no way in hell she’d run because of my beliefs,” I seethed. “Did she talk to you before she left? Did she say anything?” The words were nearly on top of each other as I spit out the questions.
Why hadn’t I thought to question him before now?
“I wish she would have,” Travis said sadly, leaning back in the chair. “Someone needs to talk some sense into her. Anyhow, think about why she may have wanted to run. Something happened, you just have to backtrack, and it should come to you.”
“Why can’t you just fucking tell me!” I snapped.
“It’s not my secret to tell. You’re gonna hate it, more than you hate the idea of her leaving, I’m sure,” he shrugged, sitting back up fully.
He was no help. I shouldn’t even have let his ideas cross my mind.
Was Travis trying to protect my wife, because she wanted it? Did he really not know where she was at?
Why wouldn’t anyone just tell me where the fuck she was?
“Leave before I shoot you,” I seethed at the man.
I was filled with such anger, I knew that if I had a gun in my hands, I’d do just that. I’d shoot him. Because I could, and would.
Wisely, he did leave with giving me a concerned filled look.
Maybe I should just kill myself now and get this shit storm over and down with.
