Journal 3A

“Katie, what are you doing?” Brent said to his wife of ten years.

“Im letting go of the past, she’s not come back Brent".

We will find her Katie, please lets not get into this conversation again, let’s just wait.” he pleaded. “

What am I supposed to do Brent? Wait for my new born baby just to appear back in my arms? Wait for her to come into our life again? Wait for the police to actually do their job? It’s been four months! , Four long god damn months, I’m tired of waiting, Brent I’m tired !”

Fighting back tears Katie continued arranging the shoes into a large brown box. Shoes with price tags, flowers, and tiny farm animals. Unable to see this anymore, Brent grabbed her arm,

“We did not agree to this Katie, everything was supposed to go but not these.”

“She wasn’t supposed to go either Brent but she did.” she whispered, collapsing onto the dusty floor of their garage.

Brent could no longer see his wife in pain and quickly grabbed her in his arms. “We’ll be alright, I promise, let’s go inside honey.”

“What about the garage sale? Katie whispered.

“We’ll deal with that another day.”

Shutting off the lights, and closing the garage door, the couple slowly went up the stairs.

Outside a small crumpled piece of paper danced lifelessly in the wind, thrown from side to side it finally collapsed upon a mailbox.

“For Sale: Baby shoes, Never worn.”