The taxi has disappeared, along with the crowd, the location, and the commotion. Standing by herself, she is surrounded by all her possessions. The presence of fog makes it difficult to see, while police sirens fill the air from a distance. Growing increasingly nervous, she grabs her belongings and starts to walk briskly. The sound of the sirens grows closer, blending with the haunting cries of owls and wolves. Leaving her possessions behind an aged tree, she begins to sprint. In anticipation of potential danger, she seeks refuge to catch her breath. Observing her surroundings, one thing becomes clear: she is now in the garden.
Returning to that place evoked numerous memories. She was consumed by a profound longing for her beloved. Today commemorated their 25th anniversary, and she recollected the moment he departed and the vow she made to release him. Examining her hand, the scars resurfaced, prompting her to press it against her chest just as she did with his button, ensuring that each glance at her hand would serve as a reminder of him. “I yearn for your homecoming,” she softly murmured to herself. Overwhelmed by sorrow, she collapsed onto the ground as the sound of sirens faded away. The police officer emerged from his vehicle to confront Mrs. Drover, who appeared bewildered.
Kathleen Drover is informed by a police officer of her arrest for a murder that took place 25 years ago. She expresses incredulity, stating that the individual responsible had died during the war. The officer corrects her, revealing that he was reported missing instead. Kathleen chuckles and informs the officer that she had received a letter from him earlier on that day. The officer hands her the letter and highlights that it is written in her own handwriting, complete with her initials.
Kathleen pondered silently, questioning within herself, “Was your fiance named Mark?” She then spoke out loud, querying, “How did you manage to discover my whereabouts in this location?”
The law enforcement officer clarified, “Your spouse informed us that you were returning home. We investigated and a taxi driver informed us that you requested to be dropped off here.”
It suddenly dawned on Kathleen; she comprehended the gravity of her actions. She had taken his life. The chilling night breeze chilled her body as much as her overwhelming regret.
Imprisoned, Kathleen Drover took her own life. She couldn’t reconcile with the fact that she had ended the existence of her soulmate. Her husband succumbed to cancer and their children were placed for adoption.
