Proof of My Love​

Summary

I came home soaked to the bone, and in Frank’s closet, I found a thick stack of old train tickets.

He once took a twenty-eight-hour train ride just to see his first love. But he wouldn't spare thirty minutes to pick me up from work when I had a raging fever.

“Monica, is it fun, going through other people’s things?”

I turned and held the tickets out to the man standing in the doorway. My voice was unnervingly calm. “Let’s call off the wedding.”

Frank flicked his lighter open, and right in front of me, he burned the tickets until they were nothing but ash.