I dragged the suitcase off the bed to carry for her, and a piece of paper came flying to cover her black cowgirl boots.
She picked it up with both hands, stopped, and then held it tight to read.
“Fuck,” she whispered, eyes flitting from the paper to me and back. Her hands shook. “You really didn’t know, did you?”
I peered over her shoulder at the lines.
It was from a moment of clarity yesterday when I tried to practice my English writing. If Fia wouldn’t pick up the phone, I was going to write to her.
Letter (English)
Learn sorry good
Doctor money
English learner
Ask doctor - how bad?
Make will - Fia, dogs, Mum
Worse - recordfor Fia
The paper swayed in the air back down to the floor, slowly, gently.
Everly was looking through the other papers. Medical records. Bills. Emails from my brother.
“You didn’t know. You didn’t—” She went to speak, stopped, and her eyes filled with tears. “I’ve thought… I thought you used her. I thought you didn’t care if you hurt Luca.”
I shook my head. “No. I wouldn’t.” I couldn’t have done that.
