Ophelia’s son de struck me
lightning bolt, and I knew there was no easy escape from this situation. Based on her demeanor, she would not at me off easily now that the had me
Llooked up at the person standing before me, and for a moment, I almost did not recognize her. The Ophelia Tremebered was pure and kind, someone who would be upset over an injured
Yet she had
I wondered
contational and aggressive.
kind of deep paim could have caused her to harbor such hated. As these thoughts crossed my mind, I could not help but feel guilty. I almost sensed her despair when she
sosage – like someone trapped in darkness with none to reach out to
She held my wallet in her hand and the photo in her right. “Want these back? Well, you’re only getting one back–either the photo of the wallet. Choose!”
n her hands, realizing this was probably just her way of testing me. However, that photo was my only reminder of our time together.
“Ma. Smith, why are you making this difficult? I’m just trying to make a ling here,” I said, trying to deflect the situation.
foti neally? If you know your place, why did you dare to treat me that way? Aren’t you afraid of getting ported?” she challenged.
course, I was afraid saving just lost my job, another complaint would leave me completely lost.
© grateful for your help warber, ; I apologize for my rudeness,” I said humbly Standing before was some I had once risked my life to save, and now, I had to grovel for her
Though it was hard to swallow my pride, I kept my emotions in check. “Could you please return my belongings now?”
yout
– simple apology is enough to get these back?”
Ophelia scoffed. “Do you actually!
kas chucked by how much she had changed, but
maintained any composure. “What else would you like me to do, Ma. Smith?”
She continued holding up the waller and photo. “Pick one. If you choose what I’m thinking at, I’ll let you go!”
I dereched my firs bedore finally letting out a deep breath and pointing to the wallet. “I want the wallet. Please give me the wallet.”
Even though the wallet did not have much rath and IDs could be replaced, choosing the photo might expose everything I had been hiding, In my current state, I was not worthy of being in
bo matter how much I cared for her, I did not i deserve to express those feelings.
Ophelia looked surprised that I had classen something other than on photo together. “You’re choosing the wallet over our photo? Then why did you even keep this photo?”
