It was time to mail the ring back to Jonathan. Madeline knew that. It had been his grandmother's, and she couldn't keep it. And he wasn't coming back...ever. She didn't blame him. He was real, loyal, honorable, and she had tossed him aside. her mother's voice warning her about "exchanging the truth for a lie" rang in her ears. God.....her mother being right was almost as awful as losing Jonanathan. Which was almost as bad as losing Randall. And that made her saddest of all. What kind of person mourns the loss of a ghost more than they mourn the loss of the person who was supposed to be with them "till death do us part"??
And why couldn't she cry? Even when Jonathan had stormed out after confronting her, even when he had come back with the proof that Randall was....not Randall, Madeline had not shed a tear. She wanted to cry; she wanted to wail and rant and throw things and beg Jonathan to come back to her. He wouldn't, of course, and crying was a waste of energy, and who knew what had happened to Randall, or whatever the hell his name was. Besides, chatting with Randall had gotten her into trouble at work more than once, and crying at her desk would not help. For the first time in Madeline's life she was looking forward to the horrific schedule of tax season. Thinking about numbers would keep her from thinking about anything else.
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