Drifting Apart, Until All Letters Cease

Three days before the wedding, a psychopath broke into my home and robbed me. By the time my boyfriend, Duncan Barnes, arrived, I was already in the hospital, covered in injuries. He looked at my arm in its cast, pressed his lips together, and said, "...I'm sorry, Susan. I didn't know the address of your new place." I looked at him calmly. "But I told you three times."