It’s been three weeks and I haven’t heard from Mary. This brings me to the only conclusion that she’s back with her abuser in some way, shape or form. In the little cafe I frequent, always looking, hoping to spot her signature smiling, shinning face, gussied up in a short dress with falsies. It hasn’t happened.
The waitress I befriended, who knows Mary, spotted her with the abusive ex boyfriend at another cafe. The waitress says she went back into the hospital for an overnight stay (according to their brief conversation), but Mary says “she’s okay.” We have no idea if she attempted suicide again or if her abuser caused the hospital visit.
Hoping. Wishing. Wondering.