The Letter (the secret) WIP

The Letter.

At his funeral I looked his wife right in the eye and told her how sorry I was. She blinked through her tears and gave me a half-hearted hug.

‘No-one knows why.’ She said before breaking down again. Her sister came and took her by the arm. No, of course, no-one knows why I thought.

I’d written the letter two months before. He had to know I knew. It wasn’t that hard to discover his little secret and it made me wonder why no-one else knew. A bit of long distance computer wizardry had confirmed what I’d suspected and then the fun began.

I called him up one night. Two AM. I listened as his ragged breathing grew sleepier. He told me he was going to hang up and I said ‘Wait. Lucy knows.’ I could feel the electricity buzzing down the phone line. He hung up before I could say anything else. She didn’t know. She couldn’t have known. I was her best friend, she would have said something to me, I would have told her to leave him and she would have done too. It was his secret and now I was going to destroy him with it.