Vanna had a good life. She had her challenges—like her mother’s high expectations of her—but all in all, she had a job she enjoyed, a fun hobby and friends. She didn’t need any complications.
But that all changed shortly after trying to break things off with Tino. The phone calls with no one on the other end. Anonymous gifts. Someone moving things around in her bedroom.
A restraining order changed nothing. If anything, it caused things to escalate. If Vanna wants her life back, she will have to take things into her own hands.
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There was another letter in the mailbox. Vanna looked at it, her heart pounding. She didn’t even want to open it. Why had Julia sent her another one? She had taken such pains to be clear but kind in her return missive. Julia apparently hadn’t understood that Vanna wanted her to stay away, to just leave her to live her life the way that she wanted to.
She already had one mother who didn’t think that she was mature enough to be on her own. She didn’t need another.
Vanna tromped up the stairs slowly, turning the matter over in her mind. She didn’t open the envelope. She considered the idea of marking it ‘return to sender’ and putting it back in the mail, but that seemed cruel. Julia already knew where Vanna was and that she had received the first letter. To return the second would just be mean.
Back in her apartment, Vanna carefully placed her keys in the dish by the door. She laid the envelope down on the table and went back to her computer. She still knew it was there, lying on the table behind her, but she didn’t want to think about it. She didn’t want to acknowledge it. If she just ignored it, she could go on and do her work. She’d get caught up in things and not have to think about it.
But putting the letter out of her mind wasn’t so easy. It seemed to grow bigger and bigger in her mind, darker and darker. Demanding to be dealt with. She worked for a while on the Sandusky wedding mailing list, making sure that everything was properly formatted, looking up zip codes, and checking for duplicates or any other potential issues. But the more she ignored the letter, the more she couldn’t help thinking about it.
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Already translated.
Translated by Cristina García
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