Unwritten Spring Unending Sorrow
For the ninety-ninth time, Thomas Wells brought a strange woman home.
Following his instructions, I was washing Chloe Brooks's feet.
Without warning, she kicked the basin violently, sending hot water splashing onto my face.
"Thomas, Ms. Harris just pinched my foot! My feet are for ballet—I'm in so much pain. What am I supposed to do for tomorrow's competition?"
Thomas flew into a rage. To punish me, he had someone bring a brazier, and I was forced to press my foot into the burning coals.
The smell of burning flesh filled the entire living room in an instant.
Thomas paid no attention as I collapsed to the floor, curling up and breaking out in a cold sweat.
He turned away, carrying Chloe off to the bedroom.
Shortly afterward, I called Thomas's sister, Tracy.
"Tracy, I'm sorry. I don't intend to be with Thomas anymore."
After that, I left and vanished from his life.
Later, I heard that Mr. Wells of the Wells family had gone mad.