26. The Love Letter

It's been three days now and Cassandra crumbled the note that Selena had left and threw it away, “Goddammit. Why can’t you fucking talk?!” The cat hissed at her, racing away and she heard things getting broken in her living room.

She stood and went to pick back the crushed paper, crouching on the floor, rereading it again to see if she could find anything from it:

Doctor, I’m sorry I was rude to you this morning. I thought you’d come with me but it’s fine. I know you’re a busy and important person. I understand that I can’t take you away from your work. I promise I will never ask anything that takes too much from you as from now. You’re wonderful and I love you. ~Selena

She tried to think about the name of that art collector she mentioned but she wasn’t getting it right. Was it Rodriguez Sancho? The internet was giving her nothing. She knew she shouldn’t even care a bit about that woman, not after what Jeremy told her but who was she lying to? It always took the absence of someone