I woke up this morning feeling sick in the stomach. I now wish I hadn’t said anything at all, and let it go. $100 doesn’t mean anything to me. Then, when I entered the kitchen, I found $100 in small notes and change on the table, weighed down by Agnes’ house key. I went downstairs looking for her, but she was gone. Her bed was made and everything was neat and tidy. She had taken all her things with her, except for the clothes I’d given her. I wanted to cry. I did cry.
Rang Ian and told him not to come tonight. He wasn’t happy, but bad luck.