The Girl He Left Behind

“Did you love him?”

“That...that’s not a fair question.”

“I think it’s fair. I loved you, Eve. I thought you loved me. We were going away together. And three months later you marry someone else? Don’t you think you owe me an explanation?”

I don’t owe you anything.

“You never called me.” She couldn’t keep the bitterness out of her voice.

“You were the one who didn’t show up that night.”

“I didn’t think you’d go without me!” she cried. “And I did try to call you. I tried several times, but the number just rang and rang. And I didn’t know how else to get in touch with you.”

He put his now-empty glass down on the little table next to the swing and stared at her. “You tried to call me?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I—” She stopped. What could she say? It was too late to say anything.

“Why, Eve? Were you sorry? What?”

“I—I just wanted to talk to you.”

“When did you call?”

“What does it matter?” She could feel tears welling. Dammit. She would not cry. She wouldn’t!

“It matters ’cause I didn’t get any calls.”

“Well, I called. Not right away.”

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