Mary finally left her house in the middle of the afternoon. She was still feeling upset, and couldn’t help thinking that it was all her fault. After all, she had overreacted over something as simple as John going to work. Now, she felt that her relationship with John was over, and it would never be the same again. But perhaps she was being just a little bit dramatic? Maybe John just needed some space, and nothing major had happened between them. But still… Mary couldn’t stop the feeling…
She didn’t know why she had brought it with her, but Caught up in Love was in her hands. She flipped through it, looking for specific words, and finally coming up with:
90 16 5, 92 22 1, 94 6 10, 98 10 9.
I’m sorry for everything.