Chapter 55

After that, his letters began falling off.

How long had it been since I’d last written to Fox? I scrubbed at my face and tried to recall, but couldn’t.

Not that it mattered. It seemed Fox was done with me. The words swam on the page, and then settled themselves.

I’m sorry, Rick. I’ve tried to be patient. I’ve waited and waited

I’m not waiting any longer

My partner in the practice has shown gratifying interest in me, which is more than I can say you’ve done since our last Christmas togetherHe’s asked me to move in with him, and I’m giving it serious consideration

The flat is still in your name, although I’ve been paying the rent on it. Please respond vis à vis what you’d like me to do with it and with the belongings you left behind

He didn’t write the words—along with my heart—but I knew him well enough to picture them there.

He signed it as he usually did, with a great, slashing F.