“A letter.”
“From me?”
She nodded.
“You wrote it almost forty years ago.”
“I don’t remember.”
“You weren’t supposed to.”
I looked at her.
“What does that mean?”
Anna sat across from me.
“Because you never sent it.”
I felt my heart pounding.
“I don’t understand.”
“You wrote me a letter after our last argument. You told me you were willing to give up the job and stay.”
I stared at her.
“No.”
“You don’t remember?”
“I never wrote that.”
“You did.”
Anna’s voice trembled.
“You wrote that you loved me. You wrote that you didn’t want a career if it meant losing me.”
I shook my head.
“Then why didn’t I send it?”
Anna looked down.
“Because Carol intercepted it.”
The room became completely silent.
I could hear the ticking of a clock somewhere behind me.
I looked at Anna.
“Why would Carol do that?”
Anna’s eyes filled with tears.
