They had once been so close. Now, other people could get through to her, could speak with her, while he was blacklisted.
'Was this how it worked? The more you loved someone in the past, the more you hated them now? The gentler you were before, the more heartless you became?'
He couldn't accept giving up just like that. He couldn't bear to give up on the woman he'd loved for more than twenty years.
The call connected. Leona Grant anxiously opened his mouth to speak, but he'd only managed to get out the first syllable of her surname, "Lin—" before the line went dead.
When he tried calling back, he found he'd been blacklisted.
Leona Grant suddenly remembered a time he'd been working while sick with a fever. Annabelle Linton had called him over and over again, just like this, and he had blacklisted her, just like this. 'She must have been heartbroken, wasn't she?'
Leona Grant returned the phone to its owner and started walking forward, numb.
