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on the sofa.
    The grip of her thighs on my hand and the contractions of her pussy sent me into an excruciatingly pleasurable orgasm. My own muscles constricted and my juices exploded around her fingers. We lay perfectly still in each other’s arms, neither of us wanting to move until the knock at the door startled us.
    “Are you expecting someone?”
    “No,” I answered, feeling puzzled. “No one ever comes to visit.”
    I stood up and adjusted my clothes as Carly stepped into the kitchen to fix hers. I didn’t want to answer the door, but something inside told me I should. I didn’t know the guy standing outside my door, but I did recognize him from the building so I opened the door.
    “Hi,” he said. “Are you Rebecca?”
    “I am,” I answered tentatively.
    “I’m sorry to bother you, but this was mixed in with my mail. It belongs to you.”
    “Thank you for bringing it to me,” I said as I took the piece of mail from him.
    “No problem. Have a good night,” he said and walked away.
    I closed the door and examined the envelope. There was no return address anywhere on it. I was about to open it when Carly emerged from the kitchen.
    “Is everything okay?”
    “Yeah. Some of my mail got sent to another apartment. It’s no big deal.”
    I tossed it on the coffee table, sat back down on the sofa, and took a long sip of my wine.
    “You should open it in case it’s important,” Carly said looking at the mysterious envelope.
    Taking her advice, I picked it up and slid my finger under the flap. There was a single piece of folded paper in it. I scanned it and saw that it was from Neil. My heart fluttered as I thought it was a letter telling me he was coming home. That flutter transformed to an ache as I read the typed words on the page. I didn’t realize I was crying until Carly touched my shoulder.
    “What’s wrong?” she asked.
    I couldn’t speak so I just handed her the letter. She read it quickly and laid it back on the table.
    “I’m not sure what to say,” she said.
    I gulped down the last of my wine and went to the kitchen to refill my glass. Carly followed me silently. I was shaking so badly that I couldn’t even pour the liquid from one container to another. Carly took the bottle and glass from my hand and poured it for me.
    “Do you want me to call him and find out what’s going on with him?” she asked.
    “You read the letter,” I told her through the tears. “He doesn’t want to come back here. He thinks he’ll be a burden. He doesn’t want me taking care of him. What more is there to find out? I just don’t understand why he wouldn’t tell me himself instead of in a letter.”
    “He’s dealing with a lot,” she defended him. “Maybe he just needs a little more time to come to grips with everything.”
    “It’s been so long already. I don’t mean to be rude, but I really want to be alone right now. Can I call you tomorrow or something?”
    “Of course,” she said and gave me a gentle hug. “You can call me anytime. I mean that.”
    I walked Carly to the door and once she was gone, I picked up my phone. I stared as Neil’s number in the contact list. I debated on calling him for a short time before I actually did it. It rang several times before going to voicemail. I cleared my throat and tried to sound normal before I spoke.
    “Hey. I was just thinking about you and thought I would give you a call. I’ll be home all night if you want to call.”
    I didn’t want to let on that I had gotten the letter. I was hoping that he would call me back and we could talk about this, but he didn’t.
     

Chapter Twelve
     
    I had left several voicemails throughout the weekend, but he never returned any of them. By Monday morning I was completely devastated. I had to force myself to go to work. I didn’t know how I would react if someone asked me about Neil. I kept to myself all morning in an attempt to avoid those questions. Shortly after lunch, Samantha knocked on my