Perhaps it was wrong of her to expect more of a response, but the disappointment that settled in her chest proved that she had. An explanation, maybe? An admission of a mistake? Anything that might have provided her some answers. She sipped at her beer, unable to even look in his direction now that the disappointment had settled in so heavily.

"I wrote you a letter. That's why I was there that day." She offered after placing her glass back down on the bar.

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