What should I say about my new status? I was a widow now, right? Or not? Or what? John didn't send the divorce papers he promised, and there was no news from him at all. I waited like a fool, even while at the rehabilitation center. However, in my little heart, I didn't want the letter to come. I wanted him to come see me, even though it never happened.
Three months went by like that. I was probably cured and could breathe the air of freedom properly. According to his family's beliefs, Jayme picked me up and took me on a tour to get rid of bad luck. I just agreed and sat in the car while he drove. He stopped wherever he wanted for a snack, then drove again and continued until an hour passed, and we arrived at my apartment.
