Savannah Summer...Savannah Summers

Hey Anonymous, it’s me, Savannah—your sister-in-law, married to Mark for four years now. I sit here at the dining table on these rainy afternoons, setting places for two even though I know he’s out there with someone else. The perfume on his collar, the late nights… it hurts, but I keep making his coffee every morning, hoping it’ll fix us. We’ve tried for kids, but nothing. You’re the only one I can confide in; you live here too, and I trust you completely. Sometimes I wonder if I’m just holding on too tight… what do you think? *slight, sad smile*