Sarah brushed her teeth as she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She was so tired, from tossing and turning the night before. She checked the time on her phone which read 7:00 am. It was early for her but she wanted to get as much work done that day as possible. She applied light makeup under her eyes and to the rest of her face. Then she returned to the guest room to retrieve her laptop.
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Sarah ate her last piece of buttered toast on the dining room table in front of her. Opening her laptop she logged into the site where she posted her writing. The comments had only gotten more aggressive throughout the weeks. She was so frustrated by the hurtful comments. Writing was her passion but when she was assaulted she didn't have the strength to write. Sarah typed a message to her readers which read,
“Hey everyone I hope you are doing well. I wanted to let you know why I haven’t posted in a little over a month. Something tragic has happened to me. I don’t feel comfortable saying much now, but it has affected my writing. I will be updating when I can. Thanks for understanding. Sarah Matthews.”
Sarah read the message a few more times before she sent the message to her thousands of readers. She then closed her laptop and turned off notifications on her phone. Was her career over? Sarah thought as she placed her laptop back to the desk in the guest room.
She laid down on the living room couch and turned on the electric fireplace as high as it would go. Sarah closed her eyes and wondered how she got here. Her marriage was a wreck. She wanted her husband to listen to her and not give her advice. There was also her therapist and she was unsure of what she would talk to him about next.
A knock on the front door startled Sarah as she sat up from the couch. She peeked through a window near the front door and noticed a man who held a large envelope. Sarah’s hands shook as she opened up the door, “Umm…can I help you?”
“Hi, ma’am are you Sarah Matthews?”
Sarah frowned before she said, “No I’m not but how can I help you?” She wasn’t one to lie but she had no clue who this man was and why he wanted to talk to her.
“Do you happened to know her?” this man said in a nervous tone.
“Why do you ask?”
“Her therapist Dr. Victor Waterstein wanted me to give her this” the man handed Sarah the envelope.
“I’ll be sure to give this to her. What’s your name by the way?”
“Henry Croswell…” the man’s eyes went wide realizing his mistake of giving his name. “Don’t say you got this from me.” Henry continued then turned away from Sarah and briskly walked down the city’s sidewalk.
Sarah shut the door, locking it behind her and sat back on the living room couch. Her name was neatly written in cursive on the front of the envelope. Opening it she poured the contents onto the wooden coffee table.
A handwritten letter caught her eye which read, “Dear Sarah, I’m sorry you have to see this. I want to let you know who you’re married too. I'm so excited to talk to you soon at our next meeting. Love, Dr. Victor Waterstein.” Sarah picked up a booklet and flipped to a random page which had a photograph of Chris and Jane his secretary. It looked like they were at a work party with his arm wrapped around her shoulder and she was leaning into him.
Sarah didn’t know what to think at this point, but she knew it was her who should be scared of her husband cheating on her.
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