"For fuck's sake Caroline, you know I didn't sleep with him," I tried to explain as I had been doing so since I woke up yesterday morning.
"Don't give me that, Charles. You know just as well as I do that it was all over your face, black and white."
The thought hadn't occurred to me yet, but maybe she was right. I guess it didn't matter anymore. No matter what I said or tried to do, she was leaving and she was leaving tomorrow.
Her life was packed…along with half of mine: the brown boxes, the dresses, the make-up, the shoes, the pictures, the everything; and not that the dresses were mine, it's just that it was our life.
I didn't know if I felt anymore. I didn't even know if I could. But that was how things went, and this is how things were. My Caroline was leaving. My Caroline was already gone.
I guess it all started in fourth grade. Well, that is my earliest childhood memory.